Laying on the Yasuragitei
Soakin’ up September sunshine
In the city that’s my home
Mega city all alone
You know shit’s fucked
When even the guy with the Slayer shirt’s a
bitch
Circle back, give it another try
Circle back give it another try hi-
Higher on the spiral
Lower on the floor
Gathering your power
Busting down the doors
Entropy — coming for us all
It’s entertainment
Watch the get-high cult try and
avoid that fall
Lion and lamb
Put together in a pen
Absent some dumb miracle
It’s just a question of when
And
Everything’s tied together across time
Reality a set of spheres
Pulsating within and without one another until absolutely everything is in connection
An immaculate simulation
From an ethereal radio station
A broken antenna looks in mirrors
It must be fake, the pain’s so real
Sunny day, beer by the river
Suffocaters stretch their eyes to see
The gods that breathe even in the city
As if their mouths are dignified
Ginko trees will be yellow soon
My stupid little dreams in this broken world
Wide open visions in a tiny swirl
Pathetic innocence for a hope unfurled
There’s no one home, no place to stay
All the alleys I’ve searched down for her,
or the perfect restaurant to lounge where my body dissipates and spirit’s found, but
No one’s ever home but me
And God’s always outta my league
Wander on both night and day
Look at her non-picture along the way
Look at his face, it’s mine, all day
And yet it’s not me, something still beyond,
Wouldn’t want it any other way?
