Chorus:

"i tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you."

Sole:

Odd mannerisms, strictly cultured

With a compilation contorted jigsaw puzzle

These shoes were made to tip-toe through and leave a mark

This is the starting point for all my future works

Before deep puddle, i was a bead of inspiration

Now i get an iceberg slim human piano slash orchestra

Playing myself for all my favorite enemas

Everything cons, study, and miniscule minds

Take the time to be a better part

Chorus:

Alias:

That voice, that voice is my constant awakening on the hour

Every hour i spring to a 90 degree angle in a cold sweat

Returning to that not so comfortable self-esteem, it's next to nothing

Non-existent security tugs at my soul

And makes me think more about my self-worth

I splash water on my face to try and wash away my disconnections

This infection is killing me slowly

Slip back in my slumber only to hear it once again

Chorus:

Slug:

Awoken to self, chokin' a bad dream

No vaccine but to stare and breathe the air

Vision the pattern to listen to my woes

And i suppose to burst reaction 'til the thirst for answers

Lanterns and lightbulbs, cycles to cover

The odors of lost lovers' aromas

Hang loose like the coma induced

Produce seduction and found my true function

Chorus:

Sole, alias, and slug:

Multiple personalities, a four-headed beast

Caught in between a brief freedom release

As lost as your cause, walking through water and walls

Until we crash and desolve and martyr our flaws

Sole:

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

Alias:

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

Slug:

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

Sole, alias, and slug:

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

Sole:

It ain't all time, it's confusion and a waste of love

Alias:

It ain't all waste, it's confusion and some time to love

Slug:

It ain't all confusion, it's love and some time to waste

Dose one:

It ain't all that...it's all of the above...

So...scared into this, and you are

And you wonder from the shores how deep the puddle is

Wet feet...