The sun rose on the understay
|
With a click of a switch
|
The sub canopy roared when the
|
Business sign read open in neon lights
|
|
Climbing vines up desk, stools, pygmies and bats
|
Timecards and paychecks
|
The apes howl when you push the buttons in their stomachs
|
|
Hands play cymbals after a wind of a gear
|
The beetles and the birds
|
Are all pollinating flowers
|
grown in the gardens of mansions
|
|
I am the primate that swings
|
from the man made apparatus
|
I am the vines that grow underneath
|
florescent lights from carpeted floors
|
|
I am the primate that swings
|
from the man made apparatus
|
I am the vines that grow underneath
|
florescent lights from carpeted floors
|
|
Let me climb these painted walls
|
And flourish in this man made habitat
|
Electronic talking parrots
|
Eating toothpicks as a mating ritual
|
|
The beast prays on its employees
|
And eats on their summer's harvested fruits
|
The lion sleeps when its antelope go home
|
|
I am he primate that swings
|
From the man made apparatus
|
I am the vines that grow underneath
|
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
|
|
I am he primate that swings
|
From the man made apparatus
|
I am the vines that grow underneath
|
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
|
|
I am he primate that swings
|
From the man made apparatus
|
I am the vines that grow underneath
|
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
|
|
I am he primate that swings
|
From the man made apparatus
|
I am the vines that grow underneath
|
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
|
|
Give me the sun before the night
|
Give me my wrong, I forfeit the right
|
Give me the sun before the night
|
Give me my wrong, I forfeit the right
|
|
Give me my kill and pay me well
|
Give me my pay, so I will pay my bills
|
Give me my kill and pay me well
|
Give me my pay, so I will pay my bills
|
|
Hear this
|
My life has become dry because of you
|
Insomnia, paranoia, anxiety
|
Dependence, relentless, worthlessness
|
|
You stole all my love
|
You stole all my love
|
You stole all my love
|
And I want it back
|
|
We are animals swinging
|
Too far towards distant vines
|
|
-----------------
|
Idaho
|
| These Arms Are Snakes |