Barkmarket Shiner
There's no place you can start to heal
There's no training for your lack of perception to lessen
Divine brain from a bag of renit
I think I call myself the proctor of your pain
Your pain
Refrain
I can pray to your mountain of shit, too
I can just feel it with my fingers extended like so
There's no pain, there's no written record
Contained in all the veins of all the arms you'd care to raise
And how do you keep that shine on?
That shine on
How do you keep that shine on?
That shine on?
There is no second opinion
There isn't time to re-educate, this I know
I can't focus, I can't stand to focus
It takes away precious time from my magazines
It reads...
Herein lies just an honest impression
I rest in peace with my forced obsession
And how do you keep that shine on?
That shine on
How do you keep that shine on?
That shine on
I can almost see myself in it, look
Well, how do you keep that shine on?
That shine on?
How do you keep that shine on?
Hey Shiner! Hey Shiner! Hey Shiner!
