Man the false facts you've manufactured are daggers to the truth
Feed me sweet things 'til cavities crack my bitter tooth
Yes, I
Here I am, hear me out
Clear in my theory may I start steering now
Here I am, hear me out
Clear in my theory may I start steering now
Clear in my theory
Resentful sinners sent to broaden horizons
But its all over when we realize this island is alive with
Never-mind, forget I said it
I'll just whistle until I win this war with a bit of leverage
The wind will mend the entrance to the pyramid when I spin the message
So my lips will let us in as the vexed kill
I'm a vessel for the relevant measurements
I'll settle for hell when I kiss the heaven-sent
A dead-end in the presence of Mesopotamia
When the president quits taming you
When debts end and peasants get paid enough
No way, not us
But can you see what we redeem
Or are we endlessly competing with a tv screen
Pour me the green tea and bring me the product placement
War and peace reinstated the postmodern displacement
Political lies shed light on the minimum trial requirements
While scientists silence the cycle of the vinyl discs
Turn violence into mild myths
Circumvent the wild environment that then denies this crisis it's time to rely on with
While my team fights the sightseeing pirates they hide the sanctums for
Circa 1984, to skateboard, to surf, to escape the war
You've gotta assert yourself in order to be relatable, or relative
To relay the main event with a major pull
But you can tell it is intelligent
Delivering the byproduct of weekend sensory development
Sending skits to read to the kids who cling onto the mailing list
Postmarked trips to Italy, skippers hark the sailing ships
While the quicker sharks skim the waters just searching for their daily gift
It makes me sick
You gotta be kidding me man, get rid of the scam
Stick to the plan, instead of the quick-fix, glitter and glam
Any specific epiphanies, damn
With a pen in each hand
Inching the distance, this'll be eventually infinitely grand
Simply written practice the masochism
Befriend an antagonist or growl in its face
And even though it's a valiant display
Pay attention to the ground when it shakes
Place a mention on your calendar page
The Mason-Dixon will then split the malice then wait, what?
Yes I
Ponder Rhythm - Celestial Attic Lyrics
Ponder Rhythm - Celestial Attic Lyrics
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Man the false facts you've manufactured are daggers to the truth
Feed me sweet things 'til cavities crack my bitter tooth
Yes, I
Here I am, hear me out
Clear in my theory may I start steering now
Here I am, hear me out
Clear in my theory may I start steering now
Clear in my theory
Resentful sinners sent to broaden horizons
But its all over when we realize this island is alive with
Never-mind, forget I said it
I'll just whistle until I win this war with a bit of leverage
The wind will mend the entrance to the pyramid when I spin the message
So my lips will let us in as the vexed kill
I'm a vessel for the relevant measurements
I'll settle for hell when I kiss the heaven-sent
A dead-end in the presence of Mesopotamia
When the president quits taming you
When debts end and peasants get paid enough
No way, not us
But can you see what we redeem
Or are we endlessly competing with a tv screen
Pour me the green tea and bring me the product placement
War and peace reinstated the postmodern displacement
Political lies shed light on the minimum trial requirements
While scientists silence the cycle of the vinyl discs
Turn violence into mild myths
Circumvent the wild environment that then denies this crisis it's time to rely on with
While my team fights the sightseeing pirates they hide the sanctums for
Circa 1984, to skateboard, to surf, to escape the war
You've gotta assert yourself in order to be relatable, or relative
To relay the main event with a major pull
But you can tell it is intelligent
Delivering the byproduct of weekend sensory development
Sending skits to read to the kids who cling onto the mailing list
Postmarked trips to Italy, skippers hark the sailing ships
While the quicker sharks skim the waters just searching for their daily gift
It makes me sick
You gotta be kidding me man, get rid of the scam
Stick to the plan, instead of the quick-fix, glitter and glam
Any specific epiphanies, damn
With a pen in each hand
Inching the distance, this'll be eventually infinitely grand
Simply written practice the masochism
Befriend an antagonist or growl in its face
And even though it's a valiant display
Pay attention to the ground when it shakes
Place a mention on your calendar page
The Mason-Dixon will then split the malice then wait, what?
Yes I
Feed me sweet things 'til cavities crack my bitter tooth
Yes, I
Here I am, hear me out
Clear in my theory may I start steering now
Here I am, hear me out
Clear in my theory may I start steering now
Clear in my theory
Resentful sinners sent to broaden horizons
But its all over when we realize this island is alive with
Never-mind, forget I said it
I'll just whistle until I win this war with a bit of leverage
The wind will mend the entrance to the pyramid when I spin the message
So my lips will let us in as the vexed kill
I'm a vessel for the relevant measurements
I'll settle for hell when I kiss the heaven-sent
A dead-end in the presence of Mesopotamia
When the president quits taming you
When debts end and peasants get paid enough
No way, not us
But can you see what we redeem
Or are we endlessly competing with a tv screen
Pour me the green tea and bring me the product placement
War and peace reinstated the postmodern displacement
Political lies shed light on the minimum trial requirements
While scientists silence the cycle of the vinyl discs
Turn violence into mild myths
Circumvent the wild environment that then denies this crisis it's time to rely on with
While my team fights the sightseeing pirates they hide the sanctums for
Circa 1984, to skateboard, to surf, to escape the war
You've gotta assert yourself in order to be relatable, or relative
To relay the main event with a major pull
But you can tell it is intelligent
Delivering the byproduct of weekend sensory development
Sending skits to read to the kids who cling onto the mailing list
Postmarked trips to Italy, skippers hark the sailing ships
While the quicker sharks skim the waters just searching for their daily gift
It makes me sick
You gotta be kidding me man, get rid of the scam
Stick to the plan, instead of the quick-fix, glitter and glam
Any specific epiphanies, damn
With a pen in each hand
Inching the distance, this'll be eventually infinitely grand
Simply written practice the masochism
Befriend an antagonist or growl in its face
And even though it's a valiant display
Pay attention to the ground when it shakes
Place a mention on your calendar page
The Mason-Dixon will then split the malice then wait, what?
Yes I
Writer: Ponder Rhythm
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