Panda Plane - Immaterial Things

I never seemed to understand the
Purposeful pieces that
Planned to make me into
A mortal man
It seems as if I always strayed from
Where I'm supposed to be
And maybe that will make me free
A mountain of millions making my maternal mix
Fighting fewer far internal fixes to myself
And knowing that I'm
Made of immaterial things
And quiet soft sounds simply singing
On my strings
This story's been told a thousand times
Like putting peanut butter on bread
To spite the jelly in my head
A sun made out of a thousand moons
Is the life I'm trying to choose
Despite my ever drowning mood
A whisper is all I need to
Wish my water dry
Cause if you can't evaporate
Then why try?
And knowing that I'm
Made of immaterial things
And quiet soft sounds simply singing
On my strings
To be alive is to understand the things that made you
A grain of sand can never save you from yourself
And knowing that I'm
Made of immaterial things
Makes quiet soft sounds simply sing
On my strings

Written by:
Charlie Rhoad

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