Lyrics The Shape Of Things To Come - Zammuto

The Shape Of Things To Come

Sit down, Turn around, Shi shift, when you’re tongue-tied
Oh so tongue-tied
But the Moon is up, don’t care what I see
It’s the situation, saturation
Im’a saturated, to the locals.
Thought about it, for a long time, took a hurricane, to make up my mind
Then I got it all
«It's a foolish game, aint no reason for, a sharp little concept, a fabrication.
I need it anyway, cause it’s the shape of things to come.
Sat down, With closed eyes, A deep breath, under a big sky, I was eviscerated
He pulled my guts out.
And the moon is up, there’s enough to see, We’re all of the same things
For our family
And I’ll feel agitated, till I cross the Mississippi.