In the morning I wander
The junk is lost in the yard
The play is under ground
And at night I dream around
I guess
I mean
To disappoint
I've been under a spell
From when I last heard I die
Now I hear the doorbell
Ringing out loud from inside
I guess
I mean
To disappoint
Perfection just
A reference point
Weightless we get confused
Coils endlessly unwind
Judgment of the accused
Crushed under and then confined
Tell the made up story
Of whatever you did wish
Would bring you the glory
Your fictional fish
Serving my life sentence
A hide of light spread on ground
Clear to hear the silence
A solitary bird sound
Dream of the time memoirs
Sliding underneath black hole
Bouncing edible stars
Unfurling dead sea scroll
Letting soundness take hold
Will lead us outside of time
Empty out the flesh mold
Get free from committing crime
Tell an allegory
Of whatever you would wish
Liberating the story
Your mythical fish
Fictmythical Fish
Fictmythical Fish
Fictmythical Fish