Busdriver - Dream Catcher's Mitt lyrics
[Busdriver - Dream Catcher's Mitt lyrics]
When I fall from the dream-catcher's mitt
I'm all thumbs and not what she's after
My smoldering remains burn
Over glowing embers
As you ready and position
Short-term goal tenders
I lay un-kissed at the summer jams
A bag of ruptured glands
Who lacks reasoning to understand
My self-directed hate fit's
We mouth the vilest sacrament
And adhere to these tacit skirmishes
All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched
We ate each other's hearts
Out of serving dishes
This soft science leaves my body underwhelmed
Our ambitious union dissolves out
Of the color film
And I am just a crude outline
Obscured and pegged and numbered
Dangling off power lines
One of many discarded ex-lovers
Throwing pet food from the red carpet
At de-colorized couplings of heart-shapes
And all the panic-stricken flower maidens
Update their 'who to hate' list
My journal entries are irony laden
And tirelessly self-loathing
We mouth the vilest sacrament
And adhere to these tacit skirmishes
All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched
We ate each other's hearts
Out of serving dishes
(Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt
Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt,)
We've mouthed the vilest sacrament
I fell from the dream-catchers mitt
With spooky incantations and
Dead language motifs
Their defected army becomes my rogue fleet
Sequestering yahoo
Superimposes his frail person
I'm all thumbs and not what she's after
My smoldering remains burn
Over glowing embers
As you ready and position
Short-term goal tenders
I lay un-kissed at the summer jams
A bag of ruptured glands
Who lacks reasoning to understand
My self-directed hate fit's
We mouth the vilest sacrament
And adhere to these tacit skirmishes
All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched
We ate each other's hearts
Out of serving dishes
This soft science leaves my body underwhelmed
Our ambitious union dissolves out
Of the color film
And I am just a crude outline
Obscured and pegged and numbered
Dangling off power lines
One of many discarded ex-lovers
Throwing pet food from the red carpet
At de-colorized couplings of heart-shapes
And all the panic-stricken flower maidens
Update their 'who to hate' list
My journal entries are irony laden
And tirelessly self-loathing
We mouth the vilest sacrament
And adhere to these tacit skirmishes
All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched
We ate each other's hearts
Out of serving dishes
(Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt
Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt,)
We've mouthed the vilest sacrament
I fell from the dream-catchers mitt
With spooky incantations and
Dead language motifs
Their defected army becomes my rogue fleet
Sequestering yahoo
Superimposes his frail person