Kim Churchill Turns To Stone
I know i need to think, so my pillow turns to stone
There's nothing light your mind on fire like being all alone
Welcome to the ones, who think beyond there place
He said when i told him of my hours of waste
I won't sit down and listen, there's more to my face
We start the fires, then ensue the chase
There are no guns on our shoulders, but we give the orders
No deaths to our name, but millions to our causes
Were so f..cking clever, when we don't have an answer
We'll make up a god, who demands that we stand up
And do what were told, to the day that we die
But we'll keep our faith, for it makes ways to trace life
Sure it keeps us in line, and its fair to be kind
But i won't sit on my knee's and be told to wear a blue tie
And stop what i please, when you say i need to shine
My shoes, i can leave, i don't need you in my life
But thats me
Take us away to beautiful places, whether ones in our heads
Or dreams with two faces, or deep ocean heavens
And white river dances, excite reverie
With pills and dark glances, oh give me a mountain
With my false mood enhancers, whilst one sails you through
The other leaves chances, oh cracks in the road
And Red rivers rancid, if all life was fair, would it make us to placid
Like a stale swampland, and a side dish of taxes
Watch lumberjacks lead with unforgiving axes
And cut down the trees, and perfumes that relax us
You'll burst at the seams, no i'll take my chances, I will roll
And i won't call you name child, and i won't call you my name