Purpan - Warmth lyrics

[Intro] My heart is sad [Verse 1] Separate the voice you hear from it's Polaroid We've come a little too far to call for no avoid The average Joe craves the answers in the bone marrow So I mailed him the parable of the poisoned arrow Creative clouded by the silhouette of arrogance Steve Jobs, [?] societal embarra**ment Hate them, but their visions live on The tangibles left, right at the cracks of their dawn Not stripper selling a**, strips, hooker huffing hair Wind staring in the gla** house Stains on a black blouse Atheists asking God if they're sinners yet Justifying that it's all because the Internet It's hard to find the Shepherd in a herd of sheep But they'll be trudging through the tunnel till the day I'm put to sleep Game changing like the hydrogen bomb I got too many burning questions badgering my mom [Chorus] Badgering my mom, badgering my mom I got too many burning questions badgering my mom Badgering my mom, badgering my mom I got too many burning questions badgering my mom [Verse 2] She said "you're too humble to be throwing stones at Medusa Too human to ever try to become a Buddha Too creative to have all your goals set in stone Too handsome to think that you'll ever die alone Too determent to throw you head along the concrete Too stubborn to ride along, right through high street Too young for the women that understand Too old for Ed Hardy and white vans, risky plans, to be shizzled into the chest But I believe you were distend to be the best As we proceed to make music until our d**hs" Anomalies who were born naturally blessed So burn the trees of lettuce leafs, set us free and let us be Liberators of our minds, eating ribs in Tennessee Wash it down with Hennessey Sleeping feel the summer breeze 'Cause ain't nobody stopping me Cameras on them saying cheese Melted on a Paddy's bread Two perfect ears that never heard what Simon said Sleeping on a bed made of bu*termilk pancakes My alarm clock was a big box of Bran flakes Pandering and sandwiching my inner soul Ink and paper is all I've ever had for self control Ink and paper is all I've ever had for self control