Clay Pigeons
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โฑ๏ธ 3:08 duration
๐ ID: 9324937
๐ Lyrics
(The creative power working through the mind of men
Has produced the modern world
We have learned how to release vast sources of energy
And we've learned how to make wonderful machines
That can travel round the world in a few days
All this has brought humanity
Under the action of immensely strong material forces
We do not dominate these forces, they dominate us
Life on earth is getting more and more complicated every generation
There's no room for the inner life)
Back to work, separatin' grassroots from astro turf
As half-truths they try to pass off as facts emerge
Keep me tethered to the ground, Bring me back to Earth
When I blast off and take my place in the galactic church
I'm tryna grasp light and dark's vacillations
In a white room with black curtains at the station
Cream makes the world spin like Dervishes and Daytons
And leads men astray into the serpent's machinations
With strictures and cave wall flicks to hypnotize
I eat my daily tripe with bare hands, it's undignified
The mantra on the cloven tongue of Mammon's like nails
On a chalkboard inside the stomach of a white whale
Eyes poppin' out the sockets
Watchin prophets line pockets
And the price of bought and sold souls skyrocket
Walk a road wrought with skulls not with gold
Fraught with signs, roadblocks, and obstacles that defy logic
Life's a package deal
You take the beautiful days with dark nights
And dance with Maya in the starlight
It's alright, we wax and we wane
There's wildflowers growin' from the cracks in my brain
Dry your eyes, revitalize
Alive and well, practicin' my aim by a grave of fireflies
That fell like Simon Magus from the sky, and hit the ground
(What do you think is falling down, down, down, down)
Right as rainfall, sent to pacify the violent flames
Hydroplaned on torrential teardrops and cryin' shame, find your lane
Find the Book of Life, sign your name
Lose your way, hit creative brick walls
Times have changed, is it
Art or artifice, sleight of hand parlor tricks
Arsenic or medicine, hell-bound or heaven-sent
Sound the sirens, we're here on Earth stranded
Where the seeds of my present pathos were first planted
If words are weapons, I'll address and press every issue
And spit bullets that'll rip through your connective tissue
The priest in garb gave us sin, fire, and brimstone
And said, it's either devil's nectar or holy water to wet your whistle
But love alone can turn thistles into daffodils
So no dogma for me, thanks, I've had my fill
Had my fill of powder, black tar, acid, pills
Catholic guilt and runnin' from my problems like it's track and field
Life's a package deal
You take the beautiful days with dark nights
And dance with Maya in the starlight
It's alright, we wax and we wane
There's wildflowers growin' from the cracks in my brain
Dry your eyes, revitalize
Alive and well, practicin' my aim by a grave of fireflies
That fell like Simon Magus from the sky, and hit the ground
(What do you think is falling down, down, down, down)
Has produced the modern world
We have learned how to release vast sources of energy
And we've learned how to make wonderful machines
That can travel round the world in a few days
All this has brought humanity
Under the action of immensely strong material forces
We do not dominate these forces, they dominate us
Life on earth is getting more and more complicated every generation
There's no room for the inner life)
Back to work, separatin' grassroots from astro turf
As half-truths they try to pass off as facts emerge
Keep me tethered to the ground, Bring me back to Earth
When I blast off and take my place in the galactic church
I'm tryna grasp light and dark's vacillations
In a white room with black curtains at the station
Cream makes the world spin like Dervishes and Daytons
And leads men astray into the serpent's machinations
With strictures and cave wall flicks to hypnotize
I eat my daily tripe with bare hands, it's undignified
The mantra on the cloven tongue of Mammon's like nails
On a chalkboard inside the stomach of a white whale
Eyes poppin' out the sockets
Watchin prophets line pockets
And the price of bought and sold souls skyrocket
Walk a road wrought with skulls not with gold
Fraught with signs, roadblocks, and obstacles that defy logic
Life's a package deal
You take the beautiful days with dark nights
And dance with Maya in the starlight
It's alright, we wax and we wane
There's wildflowers growin' from the cracks in my brain
Dry your eyes, revitalize
Alive and well, practicin' my aim by a grave of fireflies
That fell like Simon Magus from the sky, and hit the ground
(What do you think is falling down, down, down, down)
Right as rainfall, sent to pacify the violent flames
Hydroplaned on torrential teardrops and cryin' shame, find your lane
Find the Book of Life, sign your name
Lose your way, hit creative brick walls
Times have changed, is it
Art or artifice, sleight of hand parlor tricks
Arsenic or medicine, hell-bound or heaven-sent
Sound the sirens, we're here on Earth stranded
Where the seeds of my present pathos were first planted
If words are weapons, I'll address and press every issue
And spit bullets that'll rip through your connective tissue
The priest in garb gave us sin, fire, and brimstone
And said, it's either devil's nectar or holy water to wet your whistle
But love alone can turn thistles into daffodils
So no dogma for me, thanks, I've had my fill
Had my fill of powder, black tar, acid, pills
Catholic guilt and runnin' from my problems like it's track and field
Life's a package deal
You take the beautiful days with dark nights
And dance with Maya in the starlight
It's alright, we wax and we wane
There's wildflowers growin' from the cracks in my brain
Dry your eyes, revitalize
Alive and well, practicin' my aim by a grave of fireflies
That fell like Simon Magus from the sky, and hit the ground
(What do you think is falling down, down, down, down)