ENxVE The Nameless Vagrant - Draft 03 lyrics

If I told I was Christ would you listen? If I told you roll the dice would you risk it? If I told you that your life was licensed fiction, would you live it? Would you get livid, or just dismissive? Speculate riddles, this ego fiddles with percepts Per step it turns pure purpose into disturbance Your worst friends, and best enemies bend beziers Swallow your pride and get curved, they whack anyway You'll medicate Self-deprecate jokes elevate that mental state Born alone and dead with the leaden weight If Heaven made Satan then anyone could be hella fake Holding their composure with cellophane and some vellum tape Casting an anchor in anger it seems crucial And better than admitting your Devils can see through you The star that warns of the morning star that mourns in the morning Could be useful in proving that not all angels have scruples But that's what you're used to Basking in sadness and dapping Debbies that doubt In the thankless labor of language, of course they want your course To be slack jawed, languid and slacked off, through a trap door That attracts bad thoughts as bad as you asked for Cause you asked for it And sat sorting a sad sordid path while scorching gra** Before the mast that wore the albatross' course If I told you I was Christ would you listen? If I told you roll the dice would you risk it? My bad I ate your plums, they were delicious These frozen lips propose the coldest kisses So listless as I hear the patter pitter of a heart that's rather bitter Sipping nectar from a trough of shallow habits And if you were a rabbit I would snap the little piggies on your feet And hack that ankle so my fortune's guaranteed I know you'd hate me but I'd relish in your suffering And pray you'd run away but never leave Of course I know you best, of course I love you Why else would I message you with text that's so obtuse It'd leave a normal soul perplexed? I guess I'll be the sh**ty shrink providing whiskey drinks And batting pretty lashes while the city sinks I guess If I told you I was Christ, you would listen If I told you roll the dice, you would risk it Peter Piper picked some things he thought delicious But they lit his buds aflame and had him wishing that he hadn't bitten And Cinderella thought the fella made her smitten, so Why he got her sweeping, doing dishes? Dig it The sun refused to shine, your six was nine, the mountains found the sea And now as much as then you find your zen while lying sound asleep I'm popping in every now and again I wear a mask so that you can pretend That you have anyone to blame But yourself, now and again