One Grows Wheels

Not all mimes scream when they get hired
To do the job they may or not desire
Is not for me to comprehend or try to rearrange
the loop where there is void.

The 'getting use to' sometimes by accident
Feels more vivid than an afterbirth
Have we grown bored of sharing science with the sun
Is either silence or get pay

If the interrupted subscribers had inquired
Who stopped the delivery of our ballad
cause we danced our feet to sleep and could no longer keep
the flames on our torch

Strings are not masters by choice
They're drunken honest cheap analog
Thoughts that really feed the advice that insists
To never yell when home.



Its so unreal how one grows wheels
Attached to ones back pulling the load while on the clock
Decorated bouncers who do not have answers
for the noise that raised the value of our brakes