Intro

Sentences, yeah!

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh, haha

Um, Why?

Think, yeah, yeah!

Never ending

Chorus

I tell my sentences to run

Because when I come I use them to kill

I use them as a gun but just for some fun and the thrill

What's one hundred more puns if they're done for my will?

I-I know it's Mon-day but I love drugs that's just how I feel

Verse 1

It's these elephants in the sky

That float there and cry

That make me sit inside

And ponder the question, Why?

Why, I, am a human?

But feel like a mutant

My brain is stuck inside of Confucius confusion

Therefore my thought is illusion

Eyes attracted to movement and lumens

And as a student of Newton

I'm watching things fall into place

Spend most of my days with a riddled face

Never move with haste, just a gracious pace, can't make mistakes

Don't call me hip, I ain't got time to waste (waist)

I have too many verses to be space

How does a mind never quit?

It can learn every wit

But not expand to infinite

Are sensations just a trick?

Chorus

I tell my sentences to run

Because when I come I use them to kill

I use them as a gun but just for some fun and the th-thrill

What's one hundred more puns if they're done for my-my will?

I-I-I-I know it's Mon-day but I love drugs that's how I feel

Verse 2

What does it mean when I, when I, when I dream?

Is it my head trying to scream?

"Help me! Help me! I need to get out

I can't take anymore of this route

I'm a trout swimming upstream in a drought

I can't even shout

And everyday I'm stuck in a cave

I can't escape this maze

I have to dream

I have to get out of this thing

I'm getting old

I'm all wrinkly

I have to travel

I have things to see

I have to unravel

I have to breathe

I'm buried alive

This is a nightmare

It's day in and day out it feels like a light year

I'll wait till he's asleep then sneak out his right ear

But I'll kill him if I leave, he needs me right here

I'll suffer another day

To take his thoughts and illustrate

Dots to line thoughts to display

His point of view to portray

He's got a lot to say

He's been working me like a slave

I hope he smokes pot today

I need a break from this pace

Chorus

I tell my sentences to run

Because when I come I use them to kill

I use them as a gun but just for some fun and the-the th-thrill

What's one hundred more puns if they're done for my-my will?

I-I-I-I know it's Mon-day but I love drugs that's how I feel