Sky Diver

Verse 1: Eyedea Use your fist, please don't knock My loose teeth are yours to take Cuddling our new found freedom In keepin' our eyes open without being awake Kiss my ear, the faint still taunts Children rejoice 'once hero now dead' One last time, I'm really hurtin' Just a little taste to take off the edge I rummage through old love letters and photographs In a desperate reach for a clue into who I am But with only the distant past as a reference I fail to feel any connection to the bones under my skin You can cry but you're still gettin' sterilized You can show the sun how to come if you know the sky He'll let you make a mess if you keep him high It was a good shoot, the messenger deserves to die for his lies Make it hurt Scare me straight Cursed is he who can't burn by fire We're all falling, show me feeling, I'm your designated diver I can see the cuts on your mind Your mother made yours, mine made mine I know you'd rather be sad than stupid Genius by day Junkie by night By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee That didn't help me see bleedin' isn't what it seems Let it steam, let it steep (Let it sting, let it steam) 'till it screams 'finally free' Then you better leave I bet that she's gonna kill the king [Verse 2: Eyedea] Doctor wound, perfect numb 13 billion years in the making Black hole in the centre of a galaxy We're still suffering, we're still aching The sanctuary is closed for repairs I used God's guide to paint a maniac the nice way Bad habits make for good memories I'm good at being at the wrong time in the right place Crust and clots at the corners of her mouth Eyes white like yours but completely different somehow Caught her post dose looking like a ghost Cheeks-rosed from the flush of fluid so familiar to us now Legs folded, the predators prey There's no messiah that wasn't a slave to it's brain If I could do with nails what you do with words There'd be one more crucifixion - one less open door Use my fist, but I won't knock Break it open, itch me sober Trust me: we'll get out of this alive Now take my hand it's almost over I apologise for lying about smiling I'm a frightened little cat that learned to act like a lion While Leviathans beach in the grip of their patience I'm driving this cheap pirate ship to the pavement By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee That didn't help me see nothing's ever really what it seems Let it steam, let it sleep till it screams "Finally free", then you better leave I'm aiming right for the head of the king