All the pieces are where they ought to be
But its clear that we dont look lightly
Take a place around the tabletop
Make a push to wake the moment up
Say, you want to say whats wrong
Any way to blow up the cover
Theres a way through bogs
As long as theres a light to discover it
Like a twisted stick, lets dig through the sick and find a level space
Cinch to say
Its a gut that feels all things unknown
And a ring within the brain, you know
Not ashamed to say the instincts there
But a virtue to deny the bait
Know the cost and move to cause an endeavour
Globbed onto something
In the lawn, theres room to improve
As theres a need to uncover it
As a joker sucks, lets sift through the muck and lift this empty feel
Same old tale
Get mixed in this crippling fixture, try and approach the hidden mixtures
Get mixed in this crippling fixture, try and approach the hidden nature
For a misplaced stash, lets search through the trash and write this ignorant lurch
Wicked urge
Raise the gab above a whisper, speak to sound a spoiling blister
Raise the gab above a whisper, talk to cure a blistered picture