Grandfather The Number Twelve Looks Like You

There has never ever been a dull moment
We can kiss the highest clouds
And name them after movie stars

Your fingers, they're flower pots
And as the cuticles crack
The stem comes through
You'll never know a poet's eyes
Unless you see them for yourself
For yourself
Hear me now

After the truth is found there will be a suicide
Hear me now and grant my wishes as sins, not ignorance

Endangered now, with pockets full of oil
All I have left is a facefucking, homicidal waste of time
Take these roads and take them fast

My legs (My legs collapse)
Collapse (In harmony)
With the music
(With the) My legs collapse
(Music) In harmony
(And I) To the music (plummet)
Down, down
Down, down forever