Mantras are falling through ceiling good morning

Words that are snatched and weighed under

I'm yawning

Dollars confusing they multitude blurring

The feeling that something's not right

You've wallowed all up the things that you found

Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend

And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze

Say aye got that light up this what you found

Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend

And falls away like a dog from yesterday's say haze

Seems the grail meets as there greets is where

Hundreds of stories worth told before open doors

Close the doors corners of pages have folded down

Left around beginning to fade in the sun

Got that light up this what you found

Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend

And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze

Say aye got that light up this what you found

Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend

And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze

Say aye got that light up this what you found

Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend

And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze

Say aye got that light up this what you found

Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend

And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze

Say aye