Lyrics Angel Butter - Deca

Angel Butter

Do you know what it’s like
When your toys and clothes
Your books and games are lost forever
Burnt by hungry flames?
Touch, Bend
Break, Mend
She could make the flowers grow
Part clouds, wish away the blues
The whole world moves at a different pace than you
Vexed
With 29 years to reassess
Locked in the complex
Dance with the demoness
Listen
You were younger once
Driven like they are now
The world grew teeth
The sky filled with dark clouds
You pulled your heart out and placed it on a scale
For the Ancient of Days to play judge beyond the veil
You were prodigal
Recluse
Vagabond
vert
Bottom feeder, hedonist
World at your finger tips
Dope fiend pusher man
Half man, half amazed
Sky high
Lounging backstage at the masquerade
You wore bravado like chain-mail
Rain fell
City confines became Hell
Train rails stimulate brain cells
To lionize the meek
Young Jezebel’s sucking off the time release
Keep it moving
The muses avoid my phone calls
(you have one new message)
Yes they do
You don’t love me anymore
What happened to me and you?
I can’t extract you from my brain
Thank you, thank you
I know a girl that’s got eyes like gems
Touch, Bend
Break, Mend
Sometimes we get lost in abstraction
Exhale the half in these dreams and breath them back in
You want to follow foot steps and gain traction
You want words to become flesh then take action
Anyway you want it
You can make it happen
Exhale the half in these dreams and breath them back in
Kings, Queens, Supreme Beings, and Seedlings
All grow jaded from dog bites and bee stings
My skull’s host to God’s demons and ghost
Remote regions I must not even approach
I search
Bang my head against the wall 'til it bleeds
I take heed
I try to follow her lead
And come to terms with the dual nature of my own mind
Thoughts that grow wings are like canaries in a coal mine
The muses avoid my phone calls
(you have one new message)
Yes they do
You don’t love me anymore
What happened to me and you?
I can’t extract you from my brain
She’s got eyes like gems
Touch, bend
Break, mend
I created for myself a creature to tell of a time by
And on the lawns of her tongue
Flowers grew
Sweet scented words
Fell out her mouth
With living birds humming
Alien inside my head
The green love that grew there yesterday
Was dead