Birdfoot - Hieroglyphic Honey

Everything you told me was in hieroglyphic honey
You were speaking perfect circles
And it sounded sweet at least to me

Commandeer my senses
Hold em hostage kill the witness
I might swear that I don't miss this
But the swearing never changed a thing

Huffing on my gasoline
My mileage is shrinking
I've been having double vision
Of my mind and what it's thinking

And when Im feeling useless
I'm reminded of my purpose
And my sense of self collapses
Cause I'm really no one after all

Someone stop the making of this film
Paper dolls and money rolls a ticket sale
To no avail
I'm barely pieced together at the Seems
All that I've collected is a load of junk
To sum it up I don't know if I'm anyone at all

Time was taken from me
By the thief that they call money
I have spent and I have lost it
But I'm only getting older

So I swam against the current
Steeped my tea inside the matrix
Almost next to none have made it
But the struggle goes on after all

All of this around me
In my home and in my country
And the making of my psyche
Makes me think I am something

But the chains are unforgiving
I am pulling them unwilling
Though I know that I can free myself
I like the challenge of em'

Hold my shaking hands inside the block of ice
Shivering down to the bone while writing simple songs alone
I never knew my purpose in this life
Maybe as I'm walking I will stumble down upon it
But when I see it will I still want it after all

Nothing really matters
I am holding onto some degree
Of what I got left mentally
It's fickle it's imaginative

And everything you told me
I had paid for with my money
Or my lack of it
I'm broke in spirit
And my wallet's as thin as paper

What about the cosmos
And the star signs that you follow
You'd had sworn that they meant something
In reality it's not that deep

I will keep on growing
Just as long as I am breathing
Into something that's worth being
But the struggle always stays the same

Dominate the cataracts in sight
Blinded by the cloud of smoke
Trapped underneath my eyelids, hiding
Everything we need to free our minds
Clocking in our 9-5 to work out all the kinks

I'm thinking none of this is worth it after all
Oh maybe none of this is worth it after all
Yeah maybe none of this is worth it after all

Written by:
Jack Staples

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