[Verse 1]All these animals and peasants chase their capital investmentsVested interests, I'm disinterested, my patterns show obsessionAn attic full of questions with no answers for the standardsJust synapses lapses, passages, suggestions, past is presentMan, I hate the summer, so I stay inside; days are numberedThey only trace the lines, my sky's rain and thunderDeface each other, rape and plunder, bases coveredOn the basis that I'm basic, based in basins I'm too drained to slumberI save the numbers of my dead friends, it makes me wonderWhy it strangely comforts, my brain's asunderUnder suns I've been taken under, made a hunterUndertaken where the bugs and aphids clutterHandshakes feel like cable jumpersI taste the sunburns but the tongue is rarely accurateCompare their avarice to mine and I can't bear the wrath of itI'm out of it but passionate, past the fist is a pacifistA satirist like Jonathan Swift's mental paralysisI'm harlequin, walking dead, coughing phlegm no oxygenGeneration Y am I supposed to do it? Talk to themI lost my innocence, drifted into the distanceWent from different to indifferent, get sickened by this existenceMourning GloryI feel strangled by the chain that my father used to wearIt dangles by my heart, it was the cross that he would bearEvery time I think of him, I always go to reach for it'Cause it reminds me of the sacred bond that we would shareBefore the costs I'd inherit, the talks that I'd cherishThe loss of a parent made the loss more apparentI'm lost in apparent paradox, I can't escape or seeBetween faith and grief, pain and ease, they made me pray andPlace my knees on cinder blocks, break my teeth, and lick the scarsMake me eat this bitter heart 'til the taste gets sweetI don't chase my drinks these daysI hate to sound cliché, but it's cliché to say I hate to sound clichéI may be breaking out these chains todayI'm finally free, amiss in this abyss, I guess I'm spirallingIt's standard stuff, flashing floods, that's my blood you're siphoningA side of me's beside itself for anchoring in HellBut I can't see the light I need to save me from myselfIt's Mourning Glory[Verse 2]I got these bars in my head like I'm Phineas GageThis gauge is on empty so give me some spaceSpaced out from the memories I didn't eraseRays pound all around me, kissing my faceFace down, down on my luck, lust for the crownCrown in my cup, coupled amounts, mountains eruptRuptures I count, count-downs downtroddenTrot around downtowns 'til I drown in a bottle, likeAnd now I'm reading WaldenWalled-in like I'm sleeping in a coffinCoughin' while I'm breathing in the toxinsTalk sins when I'm needing to absolve themThemselves, set sail, sail setHellbent, inhale, tell sinsSend tales of the tailspinsTip scales, scale-skinned when the trail ends[Hook]She called me blue flower, more like Morning GloryMy port is storming every time she tries to ford it for meThey're always warring on the insideThere's Morning Glory on the inside[Bridge: Zoe Wick]Can't hurry the morning lightI tried with all my mightI'm hanging upside-downFacing to the ground'Til I bring back the fire[Hook]
