The Ephemeral - Opulence

Digging deep
Lungs to keep
With some grit in my boar's teeth
Feign wood stained
82.5% grain

Simple Greek-looking geek
Innate creak in my bones
Bleached satisfaction in action alone
Inaction is shown
Just a bit too close to home

Grin like a Swedish wet dream
Glean what you need
From this glossy sheen, 'cause
Donny T's ceiling
Has more acute feeling
Even when kneeling
Witnessing his sweaty dick dealings
Even during bleak, white mountain peaks
Got your nose sneering

I am not over the moon
But that sure as hell feels like the move
I pray you're somewhere
Up there, guest bedroom care
Tucked into God's top bunk

I am a plastic bag drifting
(Somewhere up there)
In open ocean like a man of war
(Mormon affair)
Prometheus,
You take the time to feast your eyes
(Guest bedroom care)
Before you dive right into me

You exhale your petty wrath
In search of something that swings right
Oh, you may call me a dreamer, I'll make it last
I'll get it right one of these days

Relapse
Be glass
Be aware
In the grass
Tiger's blood, but without the tiger
Take the time to dredge
Through the cathedral and carnage
Skip the Alamo
And with the trauma to go
And alas,
Your towering flesh did it without the big guy upstairs

Over the moon
I pray you're somewhere up there
Feels like the move
I pray you're somewhere up there

Counting the times the ceiling fan will spin on by me
In these sheets that drown ambition
'Cause I am chained to everything I tried to leave behind
Tied to the bed that I've made

Maybe it's what was always right there in front of me
The weight of depression, no
I think the sheep are gonna grow bored of me in this catatonic resolution

Written by:
Darin Senyk, Nathan Dobbins, Nick Fraga

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