alter.grounds
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i paint a picture of perfection, stab the canvas with the brush
and refuse to live a life that only spans from dawn to dusk
found jesus in the dust on the tailgate of a truck
i think i'll take the chance, pass up a dance with lady luck
got all that i could need between my wife and our seed
and plus i'm strictly carniverous, never concerned about the green
dream scape fade until the scene is an inverted white
while two stepping razors dance across your line of sight
right and left wing crippled, bring the buzzard to the ground
ricochet between the channels, place a dagger in the sound
mount this pale horse to stride across the rotten fruited plain
middle finger firmly rested on the trigger to the brain
stay poised on red crayolas, be the first to draw some blood
running down an american dream, dead in the mud
but the backspace is tired, hit delete button next
capital x, placing the stress atop of tape decks
(and he walked on down the hall)
with sesquipedalian oratories to shatter your categories
your ordinary stories honestly bore me
matador got the data pouring directly out the disk
while you sift through shifting sands searching for reasons to exist
i carve an explanation where the question often sits
saw you shadowing my footsteps but my dust was all you bit
hit the side streets to leave the mainstream traffic jam behind
on an akward exploration through the confines of the mind
hindsight is twenty twenty but i'm rocking twenty ten
absolute by definition, got no reason to pretend
bend the bars before the get the chance to rest upon the page
no expression on my face as i then take the center stage
curtains close, seats ignite, witness the crowd as they scream
sharp tongue across the language, every last letter bleeds
a cacophony of sound, the drums mingle with the shouts
feed the survivors to my music, let the rhythm sort them out
(and he walked on down the hall)
and refuse to live a life that only spans from dawn to dusk
found jesus in the dust on the tailgate of a truck
i think i'll take the chance, pass up a dance with lady luck
got all that i could need between my wife and our seed
and plus i'm strictly carniverous, never concerned about the green
dream scape fade until the scene is an inverted white
while two stepping razors dance across your line of sight
right and left wing crippled, bring the buzzard to the ground
ricochet between the channels, place a dagger in the sound
mount this pale horse to stride across the rotten fruited plain
middle finger firmly rested on the trigger to the brain
stay poised on red crayolas, be the first to draw some blood
running down an american dream, dead in the mud
but the backspace is tired, hit delete button next
capital x, placing the stress atop of tape decks
(and he walked on down the hall)
with sesquipedalian oratories to shatter your categories
your ordinary stories honestly bore me
matador got the data pouring directly out the disk
while you sift through shifting sands searching for reasons to exist
i carve an explanation where the question often sits
saw you shadowing my footsteps but my dust was all you bit
hit the side streets to leave the mainstream traffic jam behind
on an akward exploration through the confines of the mind
hindsight is twenty twenty but i'm rocking twenty ten
absolute by definition, got no reason to pretend
bend the bars before the get the chance to rest upon the page
no expression on my face as i then take the center stage
curtains close, seats ignite, witness the crowd as they scream
sharp tongue across the language, every last letter bleeds
a cacophony of sound, the drums mingle with the shouts
feed the survivors to my music, let the rhythm sort them out
(and he walked on down the hall)
