We’re just scraping the bowls of our pipe dreams
Burning light with our noses in the corner
In room well lit and infinite
Making province on tradition and pocket lint
Painted skies, thick primer normalcy
Red meat and my bootstrap gumption
21 gun salute
To bid adieu to salvation
Perfect morons beat chests
For oxymoronic bliss

Star spangled smiles ain’t biased
Because god’s on our side, choke down the biggest lie
Belaboring naïveté
You trip on truth like a bad drug
In a life of severed tongues I’m taking cause with
My psychedelic mouth

Well you wrote the song that started the whole world dying
And I sing, sing, sing
We coexist in dissonance, you are the blindfold hymn
I’m the caged bird beating my lungs

And leave here breathless
I don’t mind
I cleanse these lungs of stale air
This nothing you cycle to us
No matter how long it takes
No matter if they collapse
Nor if I’m life or death of the matter
This is a matter of fact

Well you wrote the song that started the whole world dying
And I sing, sing, sing
We coexist in dissonance, you are the blindfold hymn
I’m the caged bird beating my lungs

Star spangled smiles ain’t biased
Because god’s on our side, choke down the biggest lie
Belaboring naïveté
You trip on truth like a bad drug
I distort the wool in your eyes, I’m taking cause with
My psychedelic mouth