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You could be the president and pop that, pop that Enter the establihment and warn that, warn that Take that, give it up I was a young boy From the suburbs Playing with gun toys In an old church Question how I learned to see Angels in the skies Was it the calm voice From the outskirts Was it the clear voice Through the whispers Contemplative misery Angelic demise You could be the president, now pop that, pop that Enter the establihment to warn that, warn that Take that, give it up It was a young day In an old world Digital Pompeii (?) Question how I learned to see Beyond the disguise You could be the president, now pop that, pop that Enter the establihment to warn that, warn that Take that, give it up Presidential, presidential Let's make this day complete I rose to find the setting sun beneath my feet And as I stepped beyond that stone and it stayed in its place I felt a new warmth taking shape from deep in hidden space I do not breathe the same My chest is a cathedral My ribcage frames stained glass The story on each panel says new suns are rising fast And my means have more precision and my needs are fueled by waste And I'm channeling an alchemy that smells just like it tastes And the depths that I am reaching are the heights that I've foreseen And the people give to nature what was taken from the seed And the children slowly gathered None of them had ever seen None of them haved dared imagine how their lives look from a dream There's no other way around this It's internal, buried deep Beneath labyrinthine thought tunnels where the questions pile in heaps Heaped upon that is a mystery, heaped upon that is a plan Heaped upon that, the simplicity of a river through the land And the cows around that river do not graze into the sea They are inland bred and treasured through their own complicity And the answers are apparent; difference is all the same I'm a whale of deepest regions where the ocean floor's aflame And the source of this great fire is internal; buried deep The blood of stars configure in volcanic memory They push beyond the surface, they push upward and out From the depths of our great sorrows to the pucker of a mouth Kiss, kiss, kiss Another century Kiss, kiss, kiss Another year Kiss, kiss, kiss Another speech He's kissed, kissed, kissed To disappear And we've kissed across a threshold to our present state of mind Where our feelings fry from memories that rest behind the eye And our dreams are deep polluted by such tragedies of wealth And the fish forget they're swimming and their fins morph into tails And the truth like evolution is evolving as it fails To keep up with the demands of this modern space and sea And the skyline of this city are the wills we used to be And I feel these kids around me as I'm perched on sandy shore And they're touching me and asking me if I'd like some water or if I'm already dead So I open up my eye and I'm staring through an arid wind at a white whale's in the sky And I notice how they are floating and I wonder if they see Distant cousins in the world beneath where skies are very deep
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