As The Sun Eats Up The Sky

There's no hope in the air

The sun will take it all

How do we prove we care

If we just fall

Such a shame we live in

Such a shame

I see the pain we've given

All the pain

 

As I could see it, I could watch as the sun eats up the sky

Psychedelic pulp, we living different in three pumpkin pies

In the decade and century, year, month, you seein' the times?

'Cause while I'm looking at these people, it's a trio to nine

It's a beam in the sky, bean in the rhyme, peas in a line

We don't need all the crime, we can just feel up the size

With our massive hands and we can reverse psychology

As we livin' in our own poem, the last thing we have is honesty

We can still give it up and brag humbly with our modesty

 

So if you can find something in the slightest to calm us down

We climbing and fence-jumping up all of the walls around

The walls surround, almost like our armor is building up

So we can wear it, but we gotta be careful to feel enough

And while on these hallucination things and risks we take

As I'm king and sit on my throne, this is a gypsy lake

I'm tryna bend boundaries and make something, trips we made

All to get nowhere, lives lost for nothing, and we ring and shake

 

So while you're sitting

On your golden throne

There is more given

On the old, big stone