DMT - The Sidekicks

Emerald front lawn

Comforting like a blanket

Covering like a mold

Emerald front lawn blades

Cut a shape of what I was

I was soft, I was shy, and I was cold

See the sowing of awful seeds

That grow into awkward breeds

See the rain, see the torture rain

That keeps them inside of the steel

See the rain, see the torture rain from inside

You don’t have to feel what you don’t want to now

Emerald front lawn

Seems to me more like an island

I’d swim out but I can’t

So I’ll just become the island

Burning hot, I am the white of the sand

And you can walk all over me

Forming the shape of me

Along with chemicals, so I only feel half-right

Chemicals of the prescriptive kind

Chemicals my brain releases when I die will make me see lies

See the rain, see the torture rain

That keeps them inside of the steel

See the rain, see the torture rain from inside

You don’t have to feel what you don’t want to now

What you don’t want to now

What you don’t want

You want to fit in to perfect straight skin but your heart won’t fold