Wake up (9x)nLook where you arenIt was a dream (4x)nIt was anIt's so funny (2x)nIt's so fun (9x)nFunny how far you are from where you've beennnSpit up (9x)nGet out the taste of fermented speechesnSwallow it down (2x)nI know it burnsnbut when it burns it teachesnnSeven o'clock (2x)nGet up, get upnMove, shower and shavenThe shell of skin like extra limbsnTucked in, tucked in, hide every tracenIn your pleated pantsnBaby (5x) -steps is all you can takenand awkwardly stumble forwardnnTip of the toungenHeated debatenReflux, refluxnYou can't stop it from comin' upnWords of the past taste like a mealnSimple ideals nutritionless as sodanAnd so falsely fillingnthey kept you sharp up to a point when they started dullingnAnd with everything blurringnYour tired eyes still miss the claritynnSkin is a shellnShape of a child crawled out half way 'n hit the frozen windnAnd breathed deeplynFossil of youthnBlackening leavesnDead weight, dead weightnCan't help but imaginin'nCrazy voice: Just sever it - it'd be so easynit's inefficient and naivenLettin' leech and feed off younbut you keep it there hiddennAnd hopefully stumble forward - with baby stepsnnWhen you swallow your wordsnYou'll start speaking in tonguesnIt's both your will and theirsnThat keeps filling your lungsnWith the fumes that fuel illness and songsnYou're a father and also a sonnnIn a tower of steelnOr a bridge made of strawsnThough the structure is realnAnd can act as a lawnThat exaggerates your deepest flawnIt could also be the shapes you drawnthe, the architect ofnnSmall Circles, maybe 10 feet, drawin'nLittle tattooes on the people you meet, like thosenCrazies who eat their placentas, you put yournMolted shell through an industrial juicer andnGulp it downnGulp it downnGulp it downnGulp it down with some pride sonnIt's the vanilla pipe dream extractnso bittersweetnnWith a mouthful of wormsnThere is protein enoughnTo last a few daysnIn the thickening roughnThe surroundings that so hard to lovenAre deceptively soft to your touchnIf you conjure up annTelekinetic burning heatnYour fingers a glowing neon pinknYour wilting an eye n' wincing winknYou get, get, you get learned when you get burnednWhether your pupils melt into black tearsnAnd roll of your facenOr the structures incineratenYou'll see a New CitynA New CitynA New CitynA New Citynn...when you swallow your words
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