Ghosts of the presents passed.
They haunt me with ever pass.
I see them they grow and laugh.
I receive them and they go back.
Why is it I am the one thrown back.
What I am, I don't know that.
What they want me to be still grows fast.
The end of their risk, because they know I know that.
Who are they?
They are everyone you hold back.
They are everything you scold at.
But I still think,
that I own that.
So I,
So I,
take it all back.
If this is a cartoon,
then where is the carton at?
I think the milk is spoiled,
something different now.
How about we try something rather new.
Round two.
How about I don't bring you all through.
How about a small few?
Circle em till I am alone standing tall saying,
What the hell am I going to do?
Turn it around on me,
it ends up turning out on you.
If this is Jesus, then what are you going to do?
If this is pleases,
then who do you think he's trying to fool?
Himself? Or all of you?
We're going to take this soul.
We're going to take it.
We're gonna take this load,
it's heavy weighted.
It's not the weight this time,
it is the pavement.
This is a sick little run.
This isn't patience.
They better hold this one,
they better raise it.
They better turn this one,
because he played you.
Jesus, he's so close, he's biting the ribs.
He's al-, he's almost, he's stuck, but so close.
Roll that shoulder on those hoes.
Their busy digging while I'm pressing through this globe.
This is the Bull Ish plowing through the shade.
Everything here is mush.
Everything is must.
Everything here must go.
So everything here must grow.
There's a wolf in the tares,
but that's a lamb in his host?
He's busy looking at it while it bleeds.
It stays. Feeds.
It sees. Flees.
Returns, fleas.
Get em off,
that's mange.
Can you manage that?
Watch them while they frisk me.
I laying six feet deep,
and I'm seeing down.
I try to turn up,
but I'm turned down.
Look at what you just did.
That's everything you ever knew under you.
They're trying to send you on but really they will murder you.
Is that, true enough to be a calming factor?
If I'm real, If I'm not an actor,
that I would give it all away just to give it back here?
Is that,
Is that, really what you want dear?
I have no fear, I'll be right there.
Trying so hard to be greedy,
so willingly winning,
so entirely grinning.
Never confused,
because never is ending.
I don't know where to go,
but I think I am relenting.
I'm not fighting anyone,
I'm just slowly slipping.
I thought,
that this was Peace sipping.
All I am doing is looking for the right way.
Only one pointer,
only go one way.
They act like when I think about dying,
they don't think of me dying.
When the bears come out,
they hunt online.
When the hares come out,
they thump one time.
All natural approach,
human natures gone.
I'm speaking Postcard.
I'm thinking, Oh Lord,
I haven't been watching television,
look at how much they stored there.
But you better burn a copy before the contents rare.
Because the second it is, the second it's done.
The second your only one left without the sun,
you'll be the brightest one, when we turn around and run.
Acting like, it was all just for fun.
We remind and embrace,
it was only one place.
Just a shiny little hate,
stuck inside without a gate.
It admits that is its fate.
It's afraid but it can wait.
It's held tightly filled so lightly,
hating to be so weak so strongly.
Fighting to be cheap, but not wrongly.
Because I'll live with the poor, before I settle with the rich.
The riches that I have only prosper through the poor,
and can only be grasped by people with none.
They haunt me with ever pass.
I see them they grow and laugh.
I receive them and they go back.
Why is it I am the one thrown back.
What I am, I don't know that.
What they want me to be still grows fast.
The end of their risk, because they know I know that.
Who are they?
They are everyone you hold back.
They are everything you scold at.
But I still think,
that I own that.
So I,
So I,
take it all back.
If this is a cartoon,
then where is the carton at?
I think the milk is spoiled,
something different now.
How about we try something rather new.
Round two.
How about I don't bring you all through.
How about a small few?
Circle em till I am alone standing tall saying,
What the hell am I going to do?
Turn it around on me,
it ends up turning out on you.
If this is Jesus, then what are you going to do?
If this is pleases,
then who do you think he's trying to fool?
Himself? Or all of you?
We're going to take this soul.
We're going to take it.
We're gonna take this load,
it's heavy weighted.
It's not the weight this time,
it is the pavement.
This is a sick little run.
This isn't patience.
They better hold this one,
they better raise it.
They better turn this one,
because he played you.
Jesus, he's so close, he's biting the ribs.
He's al-, he's almost, he's stuck, but so close.
Roll that shoulder on those hoes.
Their busy digging while I'm pressing through this globe.
This is the Bull Ish plowing through the shade.
Everything here is mush.
Everything is must.
Everything here must go.
So everything here must grow.
There's a wolf in the tares,
but that's a lamb in his host?
He's busy looking at it while it bleeds.
It stays. Feeds.
It sees. Flees.
Returns, fleas.
Get em off,
that's mange.
Can you manage that?
Watch them while they frisk me.
I laying six feet deep,
and I'm seeing down.
I try to turn up,
but I'm turned down.
Look at what you just did.
That's everything you ever knew under you.
They're trying to send you on but really they will murder you.
Is that, true enough to be a calming factor?
If I'm real, If I'm not an actor,
that I would give it all away just to give it back here?
Is that,
Is that, really what you want dear?
I have no fear, I'll be right there.
Trying so hard to be greedy,
so willingly winning,
so entirely grinning.
Never confused,
because never is ending.
I don't know where to go,
but I think I am relenting.
I'm not fighting anyone,
I'm just slowly slipping.
I thought,
that this was Peace sipping.
All I am doing is looking for the right way.
Only one pointer,
only go one way.
They act like when I think about dying,
they don't think of me dying.
When the bears come out,
they hunt online.
When the hares come out,
they thump one time.
All natural approach,
human natures gone.
I'm speaking Postcard.
I'm thinking, Oh Lord,
I haven't been watching television,
look at how much they stored there.
But you better burn a copy before the contents rare.
Because the second it is, the second it's done.
The second your only one left without the sun,
you'll be the brightest one, when we turn around and run.
Acting like, it was all just for fun.
We remind and embrace,
it was only one place.
Just a shiny little hate,
stuck inside without a gate.
It admits that is its fate.
It's afraid but it can wait.
It's held tightly filled so lightly,
hating to be so weak so strongly.
Fighting to be cheap, but not wrongly.
Because I'll live with the poor, before I settle with the rich.
The riches that I have only prosper through the poor,
and can only be grasped by people with none.