[Verse 1]

All these animals and peasants chase their capital investments

Vested interests, I'm disinterested, my patterns show obsession

An attic full of questions with no answers for the standards

Just synapses lapses, passages, suggestions, past is present

Man, I hate the summer, so I stay inside; days are numbered

They only trace the lines, my sky's rain and thunder

Deface each other, rape and plunder, bases covered

On the basis that I'm basic, based in basins I'm too drained to slumber

I save the numbers of my dead friends, it makes me wonder

Why it strangely comforts, my brain's asunder

Under suns I've been taken under, made a hunter

Undertaken where the bugs and aphids clutter

Handshakes feel like cable jumpers

I taste the sunburns but the tongue is rarely accurate

Compare their avarice to mine and I can't bear the wrath of it

I'm out of it but passionate, past the fist is a pacifist

A satirist like Jonathan Swift's mental paralysis

I'm harlequin, walking dead, coughing phlegm no oxygen

Generation Y am I supposed to do it? Talk to them

I lost my innocence, drifted into the distance

Went from different to indifferent, get sickened by this existence

Mourning Glory



I feel strangled by the chain that my father used to wear

It dangles by my heart, it was the cross that he would bear

Every time I think of him, I always go to reach for it

'Cause it reminds me of the sacred bond that we would share

Before the costs I'd inherit, the talks that I'd cherish

The loss of a parent made the loss more apparent

I'm lost in apparent paradox, I can't escape or see

Between faith and grief, pain and ease, they made me pray and

Place my knees on cinder blocks, break my teeth, and lick the scars

Make me eat this bitter heart 'til the taste gets sweet

I don't chase my drinks these days

I hate to sound cliché, but it's cliché to say I hate to sound cliché

I may be breaking out these chains today

I'm finally free, amiss in this abyss, I guess I'm spiralling

It's standard stuff, flashing floods, that's my blood you're siphoning

A side of me's beside itself for anchoring in Hell

But I can't see the light I need to save me from myself

It's Mourning Glory



[Verse 2]

I got these bars in my head like I'm Phineas Gage

This gauge is on empty so give me some space

Spaced out from the memories I didn't erase

Rays pound all around me, kissing my face

Face down, down on my luck, lust for the crown

Crown in my cup, coupled amounts, mountains erupt

Ruptures I count, count-downs downtrodden

Trot around downtowns 'til I drown in a bottle, like

And now I'm reading Walden

Walled-in like I'm sleeping in a coffin

Coughin' while I'm breathing in the toxins

Talk sins when I'm needing to absolve them

Themselves, set sail, sail set

Hellbent, inhale, tell sins

Send tales of the tailspins

Tip scales, scale-skinned when the trail ends



[Hook]

She called me blue flower, more like Morning Glory

My port is storming every time she tries to ford it for me

They're always warring on the inside

There's Morning Glory on the inside



[Bridge: Zoe Wick]

Can't hurry the morning light

I tried with all my might

I'm hanging upside-down

Facing to the ground

'Til I bring back the fire



[Hook]