Lyrics darkskydemo - Themselves

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Yeah, huh, here we are, in Idaho
It’s where I was born
Yeah, and this is the day we finished our demo
At last, revisited
I’m freezin' all these vocals, live on the streets
If I was to get hit by a car or, say die in a car accident
This is most likely where that would happen
Heheheh…
There were two skies that day, the one in the air
And one’s yolk reflecting off a twelve story glass building
Five geese in a lop-sided arrow
Flew into it, now, if they’d only knew it had hid people at work
They’d have lept into the power lines
Grace happens, I pulled the barbwire rines
From my windows for this wednesday
Wrote behave over mirrors at the doorways
Or courage, or drew a heart…
Somewhere during which a house key was cut
And have you found my last record used yet and piled with dust?
Yeah, you know it’s a missing, well…
An empty room with mirrors at the doorways…
For you to realize you’re in the cut corn to cut corn
And cut throats by the same knife
That’s why I wear pants to wipe blood
To wear pants, to wipe blood
To wear pants, to wipe blood
To wear pants, to wipe blood
For you to realize you’re in the cut corn to cut corn
And cut throats by the same knife
That’s why I wear pants to wipe blood
To wear pants, to wipe blood
To wear pants, to wipe blood
To wear pants, to wipe blood
For you to realize you’re in
I am the mimic of my mother’s menstrual, c-y-c-l-e s-p-o-i-l-e-d
Why should I live to be sixty if i’ll never have a menstrual cycle?
Another dying man and his rifle full of drywall screws
One on one any given day may walk with a life growing inside of them
Would never toss the coin of war
Or cut a whale up into a hundred different hats
I can’t stand the site of women in hats
Reminds of of war, what is it good for?
«A tree recycled, in a highrise.»
Say somethin' stupid…
«It's watered with tears.»
Do you have any idea how many bucks could be cut from one tree
Or how many tears it would take to top off a watering can?
«If an ape can take an interest in its hairstyle,» «terrific.»
Say somethin' stupid…
Down wind from a baby with smoking cigarettes on fire station steps
And something tells the ape it solves a desert with a street
Sometimes I’m so fear adept, I can’t move
What eating the skin off my fingers won’t prove
«self-mutilated…»