punch e punch
Bluelighter
i work for the master
in the highest of castles
i send out the parcels
of pain and disaster
i'll even work faster
if I'm blasted with
an increased anxiety level
i work for the devil
but you never see
as you bow to your king
and you're only aware of
the glossed-over surface of things
i run with the many
i settle for any
my beast needs a piece of
the great feeding frenzy
oh god, how it bends me
but i take no note of
the grossness it brings
and my eyes just bounce off of
the self-reflecting surface of things
he sleeps in the garden
he raises his children
he has no religion
he's never a victim
he breaks down the system
the turn of the temper
the splinter of genre
the options are numbered
and foisted upon ya
but you always answer
the phone when it rings
and you always get stuck to
the flypaper surface of things
my head is wide open
my field it is ocean
i'm always in motion
my waves are pure feeling
i could dance on the ceiling
but you wouldn't care to be
aware of these things
'cos you're always concerned
with the spit-shiney surface of things.
in the highest of castles
i send out the parcels
of pain and disaster
i'll even work faster
if I'm blasted with
an increased anxiety level
i work for the devil
but you never see
as you bow to your king
and you're only aware of
the glossed-over surface of things
i run with the many
i settle for any
my beast needs a piece of
the great feeding frenzy
oh god, how it bends me
but i take no note of
the grossness it brings
and my eyes just bounce off of
the self-reflecting surface of things
he sleeps in the garden
he raises his children
he has no religion
he's never a victim
he breaks down the system
the turn of the temper
the splinter of genre
the options are numbered
and foisted upon ya
but you always answer
the phone when it rings
and you always get stuck to
the flypaper surface of things
my head is wide open
my field it is ocean
i'm always in motion
my waves are pure feeling
i could dance on the ceiling
but you wouldn't care to be
aware of these things
'cos you're always concerned
with the spit-shiney surface of things.
