[Bliss:] 

I guess that I'm just a jar drifting by the tide 

And I hope that a star will lift me to reside 

In the hands of a single soul that can relate 

To these crawling, my fingers cold, still relate 

By the force, that draws the cogs in my clock work 

The lights my way through the fog in the hot dirt 

In the youth its just blowing in the wind 

And ya see the truth and they throw you in a spin 

Its a vicious cycle it wont clean the stain 

And I think it's vital I dont seem the same 

When I look in the mirror see the long hall bound 

When I'm stumbling, crumbling and it all falls down 

Like do ya feel the rythym and like 

Will ya still be livin a lie 

Will ya kneel and listen to yourself 

The only person who can peel the prison walls away 

They all fall to dust 

And ya'll are saying we can call it trust 

And if we call it trust 

Then all of us 

Can get down together and live tall and just 

Cause ive never plucked an eyelash out and wished it goodbye 

I said ive never plucked an eyelash out and wished this could fly 

Into books, poems, stars bloom and movies 

Theme park themes, dark cartoons and scoobie 

It sooths me 

Its all the same dont confuse me 

Or to video games create the music 

Just use it 

Children, thankyou very much 

I'm aware that you're building a sanctuary up 

Cause reality creates the sadness 

We rely on these things to escape the madness 

Like doin those "that I can tell by your stare" 

I'll come around and said we're both aware 

My first tv murder the night in anti-poor 

My hole into a closet of 1984 

But when I wrote something lovely with my ink 

I stopped being humpty dumpty on the brink 

Of losing my balance I found it shit 

It was a point man 

The feeling I get when im alone but we join hands 

Chilling out but im bound by a necklace 

I dont know but I get a little reckless 

And if I dont make it to the end of the road 

I dont even know the weight that i will unload 

I wish I could relapse another time 

Turn back the tap discovered rhymes 

Back and forth, forth and back 

Ya'll pulled me in but cord went snap 



[Chorus x2: Eso:] 

Me in my room writing rhymes 

To listen when you barbeque outside or 

In doors jam packed in the club 

Goin 60 in ya car you can feel it in your blood 



Lets build a world of our own so start to gather rocks 

The shire's known chatterbox 

To build a home for un-fartherd kids 

And guide the population across the harbour bridge 

The hardest is controlling 

By Watchdog Water Dragons 

I'll never stop writing 

Thats just a great authour's passion 

To write a million books and not look back at one of them 

And to notice when the children look 

It's something that the buildings took 

From their natural purpose 

And in a state like this I could never be nervous 

This is my house, my crib, my kindom 

Where the floor-boards creek and the kids keep singing 

We live each season 

Just to give beats reason 

Step into my house, all kids leave dreamin 

Vanilla sky walking with a halo and some cannabis 

My t-shirt reads minoritys in managment 

And yeh thats right I'll die for this habbitat 

Fly young poet, fly and bring the majic back 

This nest is home, home is nest 

I wanna rest my dome I wanna hold your breast 

If the world would give me a chance and I could witre on by 

And fly just like a kite in the sky 

See this matchstick, signifies my love 

It wont burn out it will only rise above 

What a view from here 

We survived the flood 

Too many blind and deaf to hear the cries of doves 

Anymore cause the parks been crushed by the building 

And the view has been, replaced by a ceiling 

Plus the carpark was a paradise underneath 

That ground wont be free to breathe 

So i ride on a dragon and my couch is a tiger 

To stop the towns flooding and the houses on fire 

But no thats not true reality's a bitch 

Stuck in a catagory when your sanity is shit 

So, capture my love whenever you feel it 

They say thats just mud, he doesn't have feelings 

Well I do and its true I cover the canvis 

Me and strawberry fields looking for answers 

And i wanted was a mansion for my mother 

Phat houses all around the world for my brothers 

Flowers in the pavment 

A world that sings 

Studios in every basement 

And girls with wings 



[Chorus: x4] 

Me in my room writing rhymes 

To listen when you barbeque outside or 

In doors jam packed in the club 

Goin 60 in ya car you can feel it in your blood