Papier Mâché

[Hook: x2] I’m made of papier-mâché When I wake up, it’s lights out and then I like to wander away Well, I’ve been skull fucked with a musket And I don’t trust it I’m rusty like lusting after young love with no substance I’ve stumbled my way out of a jungle tumbling all about without making any footprints And I’m stuck in the pit with cottonmouth and no limbs In a belligerent Zen. I must have been up daydreaming on a GRTC city bus again A combustible engine, water pumps and skin Simon says nothing of note to sovereign me I dream of then and your words, and I need a pinch An aluminum bat in my face and I won’t flinch And I don’t give a fuck about how much he can bench See, there’s money on the line and money’s money all the time, but this time I’m in line for a live show mindfuck I’m spinning with the Fan blades I’m dancing on a table with a hand grenade Tap dance, three A.M. strange arcades, arcane matter, sound fades… Ear wax made of forgotten memories, I pick at it with a pick axe and pixilated skew on things perhaps The nuances sting. And I don’t get gravity or self-made maps It never happened, It was bound to collapse I’m on that same plane with a fate that I can’t cash Have you ever met a pack of scientists that could not split an atom? I’m picking it apart and spittin' the littlest bits at 'em Adam and Eve’s coffin A sleeping bag for two. Use fabric softener often I got Planet Earth and a bionic dolphin But you’re in the middle of a kissing contest Walk up in the club with radioactive bling Get carried away on a pterodactyl wing Personal attack, I castle my king Take the cockpit and make the captain sing Sing me to sleep. I’m on my feet I’ve got a secret that I really can’t keep But it reeks of insincerity And five years later I don’t dare to say “prepare yourself for disparity” Because I am a parody of my former self, no clarity Like time on a watch on a wrist in a fight I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine [Hook: x4]