Myra
written by meyer / schmidt
composed by r.fisher / b.meyer
written by meyer / schmidt
composed by r.fisher / b.meyer
Lyrics
the chopping blocks swinging their heads to the table
bag of that mistrust bought it
enabled your wits to be paused wires criss cross
infamy strong as we string em along
split all the cables left em disabled
cyanide cyanide stuck on their tastebuds
save your fables, wrap your ankles
in this chain link clanking shackles
wait in shadows fading grayness
take this ladle swallow for safe keep
scraping layers, inhaling vapors
pulmonary is inflating
theyre finding new ways to take any shortcuts
where can you go, your agendas collapsed?
been here forever and bet on the tortoise
the view un-polluted the leaders un-masked
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
The world’s too small to keep on going
Their ghosts composing orchestras
Electric cellos and skeletons bagpipes and violins
I feel it through my spinal chord
The mirror is near inside my soul
Reflections with my eyes wide closed
Windows show only what we can see
What we know and believe it’s not the same thing
But a littles’ a lot with my limited thoughts
I be thinking and thinking until I get lost
Not enough ink not enough time
Frostbit inside of my mind
But the grass is soft when the mask is off
Cramped canvas I need room to walk
I need room to walk
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
the piece of that mountain keep you in doubt when
arctics are slushies and egos are drowning
feet on their crowning screaming and shouting
keep em re-routing fleeing that bounty
out of this county no room for pouting
canvases reap harvest em like wheat
the tenants they bleed and we em for sheets
there is nothing that you cannot fix with a fantasy
seeping off evenings dawn, mornings dew, feeble thoughts
reconstruct the phoenix claws, veins of dope, leaking palms
razor blades & sinking bombs
heat seeking calm to breach the fog
they reached your spot with blinking dots
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
Time just keeps picking up
Getting more difficult
Focus is harder and everything’s intricate
Emotions are slipping and getting away
Attention is drifting you’re why I’m decaying
Static and fuzz on the television
Radio humming like all of them songs
None of it matters, you won’t be the last one
I got past the last one, it’s all just a pattern
Threw away all of my medications doctor’s recommendations
Tranquilizations my paralyzations and sedatives
My impatience is leaving me pacing
Headspace erasing shrinking closing in on me
I’m not claustrophobic I like to keep going
Exploring the introverted world
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
ive been studying the vines in this maze
never minding the construction
or conclusion of this space
iron next to iron there'll be no one left to triumph
your pre meditated dreams ill be hearing all the..
iron next to iron there'll be no one left to triumph
your pre meditated dreams ill be hearing all the screams
the chopping blocks swinging their heads to the table
bag of that mistrust bought it
enabled your wits to be paused wires criss cross
infamy strong as we string em along
split all the cables left em disabled
cyanide cyanide stuck on their tastebuds
save your fables, wrap your ankles
in this chain link clanking shackles
wait in shadows fading grayness
take this ladle swallow for safe keep
scraping layers, inhaling vapors
pulmonary is inflating
theyre finding new ways to take any shortcuts
where can you go, your agendas collapsed?
been here forever and bet on the tortoise
the view un-polluted the leaders un-masked
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
The world’s too small to keep on going
Their ghosts composing orchestras
Electric cellos and skeletons bagpipes and violins
I feel it through my spinal chord
The mirror is near inside my soul
Reflections with my eyes wide closed
Windows show only what we can see
What we know and believe it’s not the same thing
But a littles’ a lot with my limited thoughts
I be thinking and thinking until I get lost
Not enough ink not enough time
Frostbit inside of my mind
But the grass is soft when the mask is off
Cramped canvas I need room to walk
I need room to walk
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
the piece of that mountain keep you in doubt when
arctics are slushies and egos are drowning
feet on their crowning screaming and shouting
keep em re-routing fleeing that bounty
out of this county no room for pouting
canvases reap harvest em like wheat
the tenants they bleed and we em for sheets
there is nothing that you cannot fix with a fantasy
seeping off evenings dawn, mornings dew, feeble thoughts
reconstruct the phoenix claws, veins of dope, leaking palms
razor blades & sinking bombs
heat seeking calm to breach the fog
they reached your spot with blinking dots
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
Time just keeps picking up
Getting more difficult
Focus is harder and everything’s intricate
Emotions are slipping and getting away
Attention is drifting you’re why I’m decaying
Static and fuzz on the television
Radio humming like all of them songs
None of it matters, you won’t be the last one
I got past the last one, it’s all just a pattern
Threw away all of my medications doctor’s recommendations
Tranquilizations my paralyzations and sedatives
My impatience is leaving me pacing
Headspace erasing shrinking closing in on me
I’m not claustrophobic I like to keep going
Exploring the introverted world
bring me your dreams and finest of things
i am the king of nothing
ive been studying the vines in this maze
never minding the construction
or conclusion of this space
iron next to iron there'll be no one left to triumph
your pre meditated dreams ill be hearing all the..
iron next to iron there'll be no one left to triumph
your pre meditated dreams ill be hearing all the screams
