Текст песни Fishnet

When luck be a lady in a district of red lights

Truth be a whisper in a concert of dead mics

I said right, options are limited

Got a predicament

Let me stop and think a bit and figure out who witness is? Who?

The one who masqueraded as a man of steel

What?

Behind the curtains he sips on his chamomile

While dancing on banana peels a cancer that he can't reveal would cancel

Any chance he had to stand upon his damaged heels

The xanax pills killed the panic till he managed real feelings for once

Dumping depression for the prom queen

He builds an arc with a head above water, sorting disorders and interpretations

Of what this song means

At 16 I learned it isn't difficult to six step

17 I learned a girl can rip a soul to fishnet

18 I learned that all my rituals were mislead

At 20 they're surprised I haven't tried to slit my wrists yet

Well don't hold your breath baby cause I found a cure

That Buddhist monks scale the Himalaya mountains for

The clouds are torn in half and shattered to dust and I'm scattering cups of

Ashes

Where the passion had rust

And as a sapling I but a catholic looking for my Nazareth and nowadays I

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That ain't the half of it, adjectives couldn't capture it

The cat that searched a sea of asterisks to find a Capulet.

I'm not happy yet.

They said Chill

Love it or leave it

I said fuck it I will

Cuz I heard that blood and oil sound the same when they're spilled

Kind of like the promises from those who claim to rebuild

It's a revival of diving with eyes closed

Jesus saves! (on insurance switching to Geico)

My soul is Mister Clean, my health is nicotine

My life is depicted through Precious Moments Figurines

I skipped hovering over the porcelain goddess

The unfortunate product of the modern portrait of college

With feminine templates while living at Penn State

They're getting an F grade whenever she menstruates

I was busy paying the dues to become an artist

When my friends were busy cutting the rug and munching the carpet

And that's fine, but after an album of wack lines

I decided to make this music more than a past time

Too many alchemists have miscounting the calculus

Or Stumbled on a power trip or showed the crowd their cowardice

Staying alive in a do or die world.

Where clarity is cable and angels are suicide girls