come to think of it
I'm sitting here listening
and wishing I never found
out what you are all about
will we make it through this drought
of clouds protecting our scalps
it's ok to be burnt for now
moving in and out of doubt
I feel like no one is listening
but then again everyone is
this is a miss
direct
to protect
my neck
from the suns
ray guns
pointed at me
playing dumb
chokin' on my gun
you gave me just for fun
was trying to say gum
but I can only be the son
grunge is fun for the moment
if you have a comment
leave it with my assistant Robin
I need more components
so I can leave a descendent
behind my sin in a prison
meant to be a trash can
this multitude of sons
who lost sight of his tomb
if they did
they must only open their eyes
to find it
see
I'm not the designer
cause I would have
put the meaning right there
for you to stare
and dare to open your fair
for everyone to come in prayer
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