Wicker - Meat Coffin

My time as a mime was the time of my life, Time as a mime was the scene of a crime
I invented was to communicate my mind, I invented ways to communicate with time
I am not so sure what is wrong & what is right, I can turn the air into chicken finger wine
I am not so sure what is wrong & what is right, I can turn the air into whatever you like
I can return in whatever state you like, My time as a mime was the best time of my life
I know that a hand can't last forever, same with a band, they're hard to keep together
We're floating in the wind like a bunch of little feathers, part of it depends on conditions of the weather
You don't seem to like my hands, you're offended by the way I dance
I trapped myself in a box for you to complain how you can see through it
There's a pie in the sky but you say I'm out of my mind, I'm a mime, I'm a mime, I'm a mime mime mime PIE!
Only so many times I can makes the same signs
I crashed my car... I was dead
But it was actually a near-death experience that I had in my head
There was mcdonalds... & waterfalls of Mountain Dew &
Scooby Doo cartoons were always projected up on the walls
There was also Satan... He said, "Hello" He said it was, "finally nice to meet the person that I look up to the most"
What does that mean? What does that mean for me?
And when I woke up & it was the year one million thousand ten
Could not quite tell what was real & what was not pretend
Am I a mime in my real life or am I just a human?

Written by:
Wicker

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