Intro
If you're all about having safe spaces for species
How you're faced with piling up fieces
That people do shit, you could never forgive them
Still we can try, but don't be ridiculous
....not all of us dies
Having let go all the promises
The things bubbling in their old fantasies
Maybe medicated I could fathom it
Maybe I should meditate more on this fallacy:
How some people forgive but they can't be forgotten
How I be feeling so angry but really being so saddened
Real talk is harder
To admit to than
The Fart in the wind
Let bygones be bygones
Let mitochondria swim
Atoms collide
Nothing on earth
Staying particular no sliding in...
Doors
Came from a kernel, popped suburban kid
OR like in school, don't play with tools though
Listen to Tool, the music
Maynard Keenan, don't use it
Drinking your wine don't lose your smile
And sense of optimism
If not you
Then who
I'm all you got
For you to choose (from)
Breath it in fully, your lungs will fill with fluid
You moved me so many times
Who are you really, you
And how are you doing it, to me
You
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the
Difference
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the beat
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the
Difference
Funny at the bottom, plus time it equals the tragedy
Not something I'd be proud of, but it's my majesty
Lordship, how I see myself is distorted
I record it, and it's helping me listen to him
Giving him voice and
Making his choices for 'im
My boy in the mirror
Who can be near the rear end
So bravely incredible
Once you get rid of this fear
It will be man in the mirror
Mirror image of the viewer
Showing his face to his peers
The Man in the mirror
Real like teeth;
No veneerss
My Boy in the mirror
Will be Man, and that Man is
Working like man of the year
And trust me I'm serious
Your boy in the mirror
Should always be
Working like man of the year
How you're faced with piling up fieces
That people do shit, you could never forgive them
Still we can try, but don't be ridiculous
....not all of us dies
Having let go all the promises
The things bubbling in their old fantasies
Maybe medicated I could fathom it
Maybe I should meditate more on this fallacy:
How some people forgive but they can't be forgotten
How I be feeling so angry but really being so saddened
Real talk is harder
To admit to than
The Fart in the wind
Let bygones be bygones
Let mitochondria swim
Atoms collide
Nothing on earth
Staying particular no sliding in...
Doors
Came from a kernel, popped suburban kid
OR like in school, don't play with tools though
Listen to Tool, the music
Maynard Keenan, don't use it
Drinking your wine don't lose your smile
And sense of optimism
If not you
Then who
I'm all you got
For you to choose (from)
Breath it in fully, your lungs will fill with fluid
You moved me so many times
Who are you really, you
And how are you doing it, to me
You
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the
Difference
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the beat
How my heart still beats
And my ears can hear the
Difference
Funny at the bottom, plus time it equals the tragedy
Not something I'd be proud of, but it's my majesty
Lordship, how I see myself is distorted
I record it, and it's helping me listen to him
Giving him voice and
Making his choices for 'im
My boy in the mirror
Who can be near the rear end
So bravely incredible
Once you get rid of this fear
It will be man in the mirror
Mirror image of the viewer
Showing his face to his peers
The Man in the mirror
Real like teeth;
No veneerss
My Boy in the mirror
Will be Man, and that Man is
Working like man of the year
And trust me I'm serious
Your boy in the mirror
Should always be
Working like man of the year