Like smoke billows from a gentleman's pipe you're the stereotype of a man on fire
Gasping for water to put out the fire to outfight with smoldering eyes out of luck out of time
Stuck between the vertebrae in your spine is a vertical line of electrical wire
Pulsating two-thousand watts through the veins of the one who's got lightning eyes he's the one you admire
Every infraction doesn't make you a saint and every grass stain still don't make you quaint make the same mistake
Ghost a poltergeist disguised in the night there's no trying to hide even though you still might
Dying for someone to laugh with to laugh as you die with you can't compromise though the muck and the mire
And though a mirror is what's thinning you frail it's the salt to your snail and the drain in your pond
Reflections shot with a slug can't control all the love that you have for yourself around bodies of water
And every infraction doesn't make you a saint and every grass stain still don't make you quaint make the same mistake that you've made one-thousand times before
Make the same mistake
But I've tried, lord I've tried to tell you, but I just can't make you see
Wake yourself up from this lucid dream
Wash your eyes of all this kerosine
Think of all the things you'll never be
Gasping for water to put out the fire to outfight with smoldering eyes out of luck out of time
Stuck between the vertebrae in your spine is a vertical line of electrical wire
Pulsating two-thousand watts through the veins of the one who's got lightning eyes he's the one you admire
Every infraction doesn't make you a saint and every grass stain still don't make you quaint make the same mistake
Ghost a poltergeist disguised in the night there's no trying to hide even though you still might
Dying for someone to laugh with to laugh as you die with you can't compromise though the muck and the mire
And though a mirror is what's thinning you frail it's the salt to your snail and the drain in your pond
Reflections shot with a slug can't control all the love that you have for yourself around bodies of water
And every infraction doesn't make you a saint and every grass stain still don't make you quaint make the same mistake that you've made one-thousand times before
Make the same mistake
But I've tried, lord I've tried to tell you, but I just can't make you see
Wake yourself up from this lucid dream
Wash your eyes of all this kerosine
Think of all the things you'll never be
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