Future of the Left
Not Entirely Present
I just received your scripted invitation
A scramble through the fever of our throats
I'm sorry but I’m not entirely present
But I'm not entirely present on my own
Maybe I'm a martyr for my mischief
But at least I know the capital of Guam
And even though I’m not entirely present
I'm not entirely present like a man
Don't you feel the need to germinate
Secretly your wild bacteria grows in plain sight
Actually the television [?] where you requested it
Turned to the sun
I'm sure it made you blink
Now sneaking past you in the city center
It's obvious you're dying for your art
And I'm sorry but I'm not entirely present
I was not entirely present from the start
Don’t you feel the need to germinate
Secretly your wild bacteria grows in plain sight
Actually the television [?] where you requested it
Turned to the sun
I’m sure it made you blink
Have you ever wondered how your mother got her smile?
She was drinking in the steward's tent
Have you ever wondered how your mother got her smile?
She was sleeping in her wedding dress
It was her up-up-up-personal [?] upbringing
Her up-up-up-personal[?]-up
Her choice, her choice
Let me tell you something
The weak can’t win
They say [?] all the paint fumes