I realize I am not my eyes, I am everybody else's nose
Smell myself on the big box shelf, I'm the purchase nobody chose

Watch celebration turn into lament
store every savior under cement

Peace meat; keep me asleep
Priests, beaming, walk the paper streets

Bleeding eyes on a beautiful night.
We are emotional garden hose.
With rising tide, we order big french fries to support the only god we know.
And It shows.
credits

Peace Meat

Ring every bell.
Ring every bell you see or 
watch humanity melt
Can't forget where he knelt
He's dying 
to just be himself
We're desperate for health, good food, and schools
And unattainable wealth
Did youforget how to spell?
It goes: O.V.E.R.
O.V.E.R.
Oh!

I think it's over now

Say goodbye to the trees
Say goodbye to the needs you couln't fill
Ignore viable leads
For mightier means you did kill 
and emptied the well
Empire distilled under your belt
Now the people can tell
Nothing can help you now
O.V.E.R. 
O.V.E.R. 
Oh!

I think it's over now

I wish I was sober, but I ain't
The weights that we sholder for these banks
Our heads in the stove, cuz we're in pain
Color me cold, but I got no paint
I think that it's over and I'm ashamed

Ring Every Bell

It's a wavy line. 
It's a way to find. 
It's a porcupine. 
It's a cleat without spikes. 

It's a wasted design. 
It's a way to confine. 
It's confused and blind. 
It's egregious lies. 

It was thrown accross the sky. 
It was known for taking flight. 

It's a frame of mind. 
It's a wild ride. 
It's a crazy pie. 
It's-a-taking-a-bite.

Crazy Pie

"Well, I sold my soul to a made up man.
And I put a lien on some made up land.
And I cried, cuz It's my fault. 
Am I worth my salt?
Guess it's time...

To join the world of forms.
This life is not my own.
This man just walks in my clothes.

Well, I had jumping castle full of great ideas. 
And I saw the world as a Pangaea.
But I'm shy, and I'm not smart. 
But I have a heart. 
It's just not mine. 

It's in the world of forms.
This life is not my own.
This man just walks in my clothes.
Alright?!?!

Your soul may be gold, but I know you can't take it alone. 

Well, It's summer, I know, but my nose and my throat and my ears give me fears of not staying afloat on the boat. 
While the soldiers and brewing the Folgers and beers. 
And the years that are making us older. 
I know. "

Jumping Castle Full Of Great Ideas

Feeling silly exposed
I don't want to know what the feeling is for
I just want to leave my feelings alone
Keep my lantern on
Avoiding the moans

We ain't leaving a note, naw, we're just gonna go
Cuz you hate us the most
Why do you beat my baby to bone?
Why won't you leave my baby alone?
Get your feast from the farm
We ain't far from the storm
Peace Pipe Vietnam

If you strive to wrong; testing all your thoughts,
and find that some don't belong
Why don't you breath, my baby, you're strong
Kick that shit right out of your home
Your word is your psalm
We ain't far from the storm.
Peace Pipe Vietnam

Credits:
Produced by Golden Alphabet
Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering

Peace Pipe Vietnam

The feel of all my guts displayed here
The fear of all the trust displaced here

It was a fully-automatic, artificial memory
I'm talkin' groovy super-static transformative bullshit

And I don't know where all the charm in my face went
Is there room for all this blood in the basement?

It was a really organized poke-em-in-the-eyes campaign
By then we knew that they was liars, we were opening up champagne

So, I'm blurring all my words - keep it spacey
I'm ignoring all my chores.
I'm a baby

Keep It Spacey

Forever meets forever's kings and says:
"I think i lost control of my health"
I'll know it when I see it
When I'm by myself, it's me that I can't see

This is novis heat
This is novis heat 
I'm looking back at where I start 
The colors are fading and the lines are blurry
Where I can't breath 

So, get free on my trampoline 
And make peace for my unborn baby 
Got the cure, but can't find the disease 
We are the enemy of energy 
Eat the fruit, but don't strip the tree
It's a terrifying dream of a cat in heat
/it's a terrifying dream, but you're not asleep

King's Forever

Forever's Kings

I'm A Fake

Happy day, happy-go-(lucky me)
Lucky-low.
God above. God Below.
Bumblebee. Bucky Bronco.

Gotta be in my clothes.
Make Believe. Make it snow.
Make babies. Sail a boat.
Bumblebee. Bucky Bronco.

Hey there, Bucky Bronco, make them pay.
And teach me to earn an honest name.
Hey there, Bucky Bronco, make me sane.
I want to divvy up my brain.

Bucky Bronco

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