Reality Hunger - No Bird Sing

Language like muttering in the gutter of pattern

Tonight I’m stalking the moon ‘ Bright

Idle mouth, idle mouth ‘ Isolated room cries

Sun come up with the same condor tricky carpenter

And pine plank pitch that he did before

Cave painting primate, irate someone’s taking credit

For his mindstate with blind faith

Weight in his veins, bait on his plate, makeup on his face

So we’re basically the same

Moth to the flame, flame to the night, night to my light light heart beating

heavy

Tips on her spine ‘ Fingers getting sweaty

There’s a reason that I came ‘ Can’t remember for my life

Lost my head in the shark water

Teeth first with a slick suit and a stick walker

Spit blood as I roll through the red dust

Motherfuckers talk shit but never bet against us

Body is the water ‘ Soul is a wave

Body is the air ‘ Soul is a sound

Body is the ground ‘ Soul is an earthquake

Body is a body ‘ Soul is awake

I’m not a man, I’m a gamut of possibility

Stranded mid-soliloquy

Slow motion explosion exposing this hole’s fragility

Desperate cathedral, even if we believe in you

People are just people, they’ll always be good and evil

Phase cancellation ‘ Had to put your faith in

Whatever lays adjacent to the basic illustration

Half that half until you understand the line that you’re trying to touch

Was inside of your mind the whole time

Greed gets humble around mumbling homeless

Seemed so simple until somebody owned it

Dissipative magic is a victim of precision in a system

Of forgiveness after brittle atonement

Hands to the bricks of hell

Love when he hit the ground ‘ All he does is kiss and tell

Took a swipe at the machinery

Why you playing mad?

Doesn’t matter what it means to me

Lost the meaning when I got the joke