I wish this sinking world could lift beneath my feet,
and rearrange in patterns enigmatically.
and I wish this fucking world could swallow me complete,
or cut my fucking tongue so I can't speak.
Lately I breathe a lot.
It puts pressure on my heart,
that's building up neurosis underneath.
And I say,
Fuck places that I've never seen.
I savor everything I dream.
and fuck people that have never been.
You have no place as my best friend.
No sinking waters and no cold Alaskan sands,
It can't be colder than my hands.
Track Name: Let's Keep Our Fingers Crossed
Keep my head up from the sand.
Fuck the method, stick to plan.
I keep my hands inside my pockets.
Eyes closed, yet I feel so spry.
I believe in lynching prophets.
I've had it.
Sand in my eyes.
Fortune always flaps its wings too close.
So I lose touch faster.
Although the score will never change for me.
Its just a ball game.
Don't lose your head.