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