He has two glass eyes
And a mouth full of kerosene
A cardboard face
But the thickest skin
I
Mean
The opposite
Let pelicans carry the weight of the sea
So he doesn’t have to feel small
Survey the crater that lay before him
And know he’s lost it all.
His idols are just talking heads
With a puppet’s sense of make-believe
With wooden hands
And such wooden words
I
Mean
The opposite
Let pelicans carry the weight of the sea
So he doesn’t have to feel small
Survey the crater that lay before him
And know he’s lost it all.
Show him space through a microscope
He loves to see nothingness
Approach the stars, with burning poise
And the canvas becomes ashes
Mirror-skin, is blinding in the sun!
These pelicans, are too distracted, and drop the rain!
A storm of an endless sea...
Drenching you, and drenching me...
Bring...ing us...back...to...LIFE!
And how can the wait be so long
When pencils and paint are the tools of the trade
We’ll sharpen our wit, to take jabs at a stranger
And I used to be great at painting my anger
Hold on to relics, then punch like a rabbit
They’ll sell us all the future, but only sell him a habit
We can’t hold a candle, lest risk getting burned
But become the fire, and conquer the earth when the...
RAIN...comes from the mouths of
Pelicans
Dig a well as deep as the ocean
The pelicans vanish, filter the rain down
A glimmering trench that grows as big as a city
And it’s personal
Personal