I'm folding down the corner of the page in this page turner
Keep my place at the table, I won't be long
A lucid dream awakes
Technicolor dancing flames
Above the tower of bad behavior
I am gone
Blood shot disenfranchised souls
Coming back to what we know
We realize, we need a proper home
There's no good explanation
For the road that I have taken
I used to want to fly but now I don't
Suck the neck until it dies
The evening takes another life
Awaking boxes buried by the road
And I don't care to see the way
I'm not aligned
Though I'm nearly satisfied
Ohh oh
And I can't wait to end the day, most the time
If the curtain dropped tomorrow, I wouldn't mind
And I don't care to see the way
I'm not aligned
Though I'm nearly satisfied
Ohh oh
Blood shot disenfranchised souls
Coming back to what we know
We realize, we just need a proper home
Smoke fair teeth and yellow gold
We all know where the old piss goes
I realize I've acquired a proper home