Glue John Kimball
Life is just a misspelled line walked for selfish gain
A useless grind that strains your mind eight hours a day
So I'll stretch my brain and let me muscles weaken
But I'll be smart enough to run
And it seems to me that karma's work is never done
My demand is unanswered, on the way to soul exchange
Cutting branches to feed the machine so the gears never get strained
Refrain here, lost my blinders that got me through grade school
The same day I stared at the sun, rebelling against the rules,'
Now I've grown with my disguise on, molding as plastic
Melting under god's tears and blaming the devils magic
I admit that I'm a neophyte with to much decorum
With a million dope verses but no memory to store them
And being cute is temporary, so these good looks with carry me
To the gates of permanence
Where my old room is sanctuary, chances are I'll lose my breath
Never trust the oxygen; there have been phrases to be dragged out
But I leave nothing to be imagined
There's no good and evil, it's all angelic and venomous,'
And I'm fed up with blaming and depressing let downs
There is so much more to talk about
Yeah I've been a problem solved, called to arms by sidewalk sermons
Using instinct to rethink what the world has been deserving
It's a self inflicting interesting way of communicating
With me talking nonsense and dq's hands translating
Now I'm retreating from the light bulbs having my days and nights switch
Living it up in a mess of records and cancer sticks
Makers got truckloads of answers just to patch up my holes
Slowly dragging my lagging feet over these hot coals
Let the cobwebs unravel and become straight lines
Leaving no where for the ambitious spider to climb
So what if laughter was the answer and all the jokes were enough
So at the end of the day we would only have the day to discuss
Until then I'll give life to the inanimate
And when the time is right I'll ditch my stride and find a bandwagon to travel in
Before I go please tell me who I blame for being typical
Myself, I'm just a dream who gave up on being cynical
There's no good and evil, it's all angelic and venomous,'
And I'm fed up with blaming and depressing let downs
There is so much more to talk about
Now I'm rewriting the ending losing my currency's priority
A capitalist with ties to the ghost shirt society
Fulfilling your request to handle this with sobriety
I'm an activist, who lost the will to topple conformity
See there's more to reach we barely made it to seven songs deep
And you should be able to tell from the company I keep
That this never trip will be my final manuscript
Titled exhaustion and showing at your local cinema six
Every time I cough I think that my soul shifts position
And I'm looking to relax and repair my broken condition
It's the end of compromise and it's the end of all devotion
And I can't find a cure if I can't stomach the potion
I've been stuck in this dark room waiting to be centralized
You think my excuses are fresh now, watch me kill it when it's memorized
And I've been talking to much so now it's time I pass the flashlight
Djdq give them some superglue for their insides