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letra de what i found in the dark - 137 (us)

i spend my days amongst the crows
seeing what the piper knows
kiss my kin goodbye at night
as i search—what in the darkness—grows

l-st won’t sate
cup runneth over
and i got a full plate
used to hear from my family to wait
but i’ll wait for none but the almighty and the craft
maybe get a psyd on the side and a raft
so to stretch my sk!lls to the brink
praying all the way that i just don’t sink
and can’t blink
all while i paddle to the shores of my fate

i’ve seen so many frowns
but i know this life’s a comedy
hospital and summer gowns
do truly seem the same to me
intriguing how so many walk around in utter comatose
the shackles to which we are bound
are broken only by the ghost

to the nation of nescience
i pledge my allegiance and patience
i know i’m not supposed to have reason
unless it’s amalgamated with some doublethink
like skating backwards in a warm ice rink
can’t let myself commit that treason
defy thy foe
by knowing self and seeds you sow
know your direction
even if yet you don’t know destination
wanna get to a point where the path’s manifest
even when you don’t know consummation

know the time to wrap your wrists and strap on gloves
and when to make your bread without its leaven
know the time for flight of doves
and when to give your enemies a ticket to heaven

i spend my days amongst the crows
seeing what the piper knows
kiss my kin goodbye at night
searching—what in darkness—grows

truth be found in the laugh of the clown
make yourself a fool if you want to be sage
kissing on my shovel as i shovel the ground
knowing grave’s not the end but the turn of a page

i’m so hot, like a pot pie
that i feel my own tongue really burnt by
the heat, but i don’t sigh
lest the devil compete
burn me at the stake with his cloven feet
so i bite my tongue and i spit my heat
and i bleed my ink while they take a seat
in the stands as they clap hands
but they’re not fans
really all they wanna see is the blood on the sands
serpent slithers in this vale’s garden
truthfully whom can you tell me that you now confide in
swimming in the depths so long that i found god poseidon
may have even drowned in the abyss if it were not for zeus’ pardon

pulled out my t–th
then you did grant me your wreath
pulled out my t–th
then you did grant me your wreath
chiseled my face in a high stone relief
no, i am a king
i will not be satiated by fiefs
certainly not by a band of you thieves
i know how much it relieves
you, when you deliver another to grief
but you are not opaque, you’re see-through

i’m a leviathan searching for ocean
and you think a bathtub will do
no
all of the sick do not need the same potion
and i’ve got the piper to woo
know
i spend my days amongst the crows
seeing what the piper knows
kiss my kin goodbye at night
as i search—what in the darkness—grows

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