Sky Aquarium

(Song divided into sections with different time signatures. Rythym sometimes abstracts. Some lines not sung.)

Think about the things you should have said,
All the words you screwed up with your lead,
They held you down and told you not to scream,
They told you it was all a fucked up dream.
Now you're hitting ganja by the pound,
Your fruits of effort thrown up on the ground,
Now you need to get down on your knees,
And lick it up so everybody sees.

It's time to face the broken spade now...

You there, with the textbook in your hand,
Didn't have the nerve to take command,
Your posture's good, your suit and tie fit well,
Even if you're just a hardened shell.
Now you're just an operating gear,
Feeding off of everybody's fear,
You close yourself behind the office door,
And start to shove your shit down to the floor.

Listen up and leave the crowd,
Raise your hearts and sing out loud,
Let your inhibitions free,
Sing now, "Fuck Society!"

Go ahead my child, eat your paste in peace,
The world is flat. Don't fall off the edge, okay?
Hold your head up high, now look at the sky,
The blue could be water if you say.
If you say.
If you say.

Spare me what your mother said 'bout right and wrong,
Life is short, but afterward it's long.
Piece it all together...it's falling apart fast,
If you don't now, it will not last.
Will not last.
Will not last.

This is just the last verse of the song,
Don't walk off, it won't take me too long,
Take into your mind the things you've heard,
Go back over every single word,
Go through the album sleeve if you need,
Considering you want to even read,
Let them resonate inside your ear,
Then walk away and let them disappear.

Now take off your headphones,
And join the crowd,
As they drown helplessly in the sky aquarium.