Allow me a moment to explain While you were sleeping the ocean wasn't drained But transformed It yawned and groaned as it rose from its bed It stretched; diluted and extended its head And took corporeal form At least in part at first But when it encountered the Earth It took a deep draw in, extended its arms, and leapt into the sky It took wing over mountain and rode on the wind It traveled the cities but as the sun dimmed It grew fat and it cursed at the earth In a thunderous rage And a display of bright lights It spat and began to give birth The bloom is off the rose, at least for me Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on When you finally awoke, a new ocean had formed Through the clamorous night, through the magnificent storm It fell from the sky to reform and preform Its endless endeavor in its worn uniform The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the shore Tired metaphors played out before your eyes Sedation, satisfaction But to be satisfied and entertained Without any source of intellectual gain Seems to be what's in fashion Interpret the meaning To mean whatever you want it to be I've heard these same words fall from my own lips It falls flat and I question its value It falls flat and I question its worth In a thunderous rage And a display of bright lights It spat and began to give birth The bloom is off the rose, at least for me Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on Better to light a candle than curse at the darkness This is the confluence of narrative and naivety Swallowing a stream of lies and empty poetry You don't have to be the one to tell me You don't have to be the one to let me down A catchy way of saying nothing But a narrative seems to allude to something more With a purpose and a real direction But they're just words punched in a template The same mistakes we made before I, for one, am f**ing tired Of conceptions that bring nothing new from the womb But if every story is the same Then the rose has truly lost its bloom Can you sing it back to me? I can't relate to this I can't relate Maybe it's your preference But I can't relate "Where is the problem? We're entertained." My problem's the consistency with every concept made Don't just tell me a story What does it convey? "Where is the problem? We're entertained." I want to feel something more than just betrayed You are the problem I am the problem Are you satisfied? Don't be satisfied