I'm folding down the corner of the page in this page turner

Keep my place at the table, I won't be long

A lucid dream awakes

Technicolor dancing flames

Above the tower of bad behavior

I am gone

Blood shot disenfranchised souls

Coming back to what we know

We realize we need a proper home

There's no good explanation

For the road that I have taken

I used to want to fly but now I don't

Suck the neck until it dies

The evening takes another life

Awaking boxes buried by the road

And I don't care to see the way

I'm not aligned

Though I'm nearly satisfied, oh

And I can't wait to end the day most the time

If the curtain dropped tomorrow, I wouldn't mind

And I don't care to see the way

I'm not aligned

Though I'm nearly satisfied, oh

Blood shot disenfranchised souls

Coming back to what we know

We realize we just need a proper home

Smoke fair teeth and yellow gold

We all know where the old piss goes

I realize I've acquired a proper home