Watchdog Water Dragons

[Bliss] With continuous ease Our words form leaves, in deciduous trees And they fall in slow motion down past Old Kent and Whitechappel All the way to Parks, Lanes and fairs in may I dare to say some even nudge up against your nephews left shoe I watch him fetch too, it whispers and sketches of blue trees with green sheep Now who believes dreams speak What seemed bleak becomes noticeable It gleams deep so we can cope with the dull And these are my Watchdog Water Dragons And I guess... [Verse 1: Bliss] ...that I'm just a jar drifting by the tide And I hope that a star will lift me to reside In the hands of a single soul that can relate To these crawlings, my fingers cold, still relate By the force, that draws the cogs in my clockwork That lights my way through the fog in the hot dirt In your youth you’re just blowing in the wind And ya, see the truth and they throw you in a spin Of this vicious cycle it won’t clean the stain And I, think it’s vital I dont seem the same When I, look in the mirror see the long hall bound When I’m stumbling, crumbling and it all falls down Like, do ya, feel the rythym and like Will ya, still be living a lie Will ya, kneel and listen to yourself The only person that can peel the prison walls away They all, fall to dust And ya’ll are saying we can call it trust And if we call it trust then now all of us Can get down together and live tall and just Cause I never plucked an eyelash, I only, wished it goodbye I said I never plucked an eyelash, I only, wished this could fly Into books, poems, stars bloom and movies Theme park scenes, dark cartoons of scoobie It soothes me, it’s all the same don’t confuse it Bored to video games, create the music Just use it Children, thank you very much I’m aware that you’re building a sanctuary up Cause reality creates the sadness We rely on these things to escape the madness Like doing those “that I can tell by your stare” Our common ground is that we’re both aware My first tv murder the night in anti-poor My hole into a closet of 1984 But when I wrote something lovely with my ink I stopped being humpty dumpty on the brink Of losing my balance I found it shit It was a point man The feeling I get when I'm alone but we join hands Chilling out but I’m bound by a necklace I don’t know but I get a little reckless And if I don't make it to the end of the road I don’t even know the weight that I will unload I wish I could relapse another time Turn back the tap discovered rhymes Back and forth, forth and back Ya’ll pulled me in but that cord went slack [Hook: Eso] (x2) Just me in my room writing rhymes To listen when you barbeque outside or Indoors jam-packed in the club Going 60 in your car you can feel it in your blood [Verse 2: Eso] Let’s build a world of our own, so start to gather rocks The shire’s known chatterbox To build a home for unfathered kids And guide the population cross the Harbour Bridge The harvest is controlling, my Watchdog Water Dragons I’ll never stop writing, that’s just a great author’s passion To write a million books and not look back at one of them And to notice when the children look There’s something that the buildings took From their natural purpose And in a state like this, I can never be nervous This is my house, my crib, my kingdom Where the floorboards creak and the kids keep singing We live each season just to give beats reason Step into my house, all kids leave dreaming Vanilla sky walking with a halo and some cannabis My t-shirt reads “minorities in management” And yeah that’s right, I’ll die for this habitat Glide young poet, fly, bring the magic back His nest is home, home is nest I wanna rest my dome, I wanna hold your breast And if the world would give me a chance and I could write on by And fly just like a kite in the sky See this matchstick, signifies my love It won’t burn out it’ll only rise above What a view from here, we survived the flood Too many blind and deaf to hear the cries of doves Anymore cause the parks been crushed by the buildings And the view has been, replaced by a ceiling Plus the carpark was a paradise, underneath That ground won’t be free to breathe So I ride on a dragon and my couch is a tiger To stop the towns flooding and the houses on fire But no that's not true reality's a bitch Stuck in a catagory where your salary is shit So, capture my love, whenever you feel it They say that’s just mud, he doesn’t have feelings Well I do and it’s true, I cover the canvas Me in Strawberry Fields looking for answers All I wanted was a mansion, for my mother Fat houses all around the world, for my brothers “Flowers In The Pavement”, a world that sings Studios in every basement and girls with wings [Hook] (x4)