Deca - Milk lyrics
[Deca - Milk lyrics]
In one breast she holds evidence of forests
In the other, of seas
(Ah) please don't let me be misunderstood
If I could I'd pick the lock
And leave here for good
Far from the spokesperson for
The old serpents coercion
Who deceives the whole world
Behind a closed curtain
Who gave it teeth and claws, only God knows
Made us all into microcosms of the cosmos
A fallen queen nursed that thing
I'm trying to turn the liquid she secretes
From a poison to a vaccine
Peep the Salvador Dali milk mustache
Grade A sustenance for Rugrats
The poison and the panacea
They want the good without the bad
And brave the wasteland
Do the best with what they have
Seekers born leaders
Lowly creatures preachers
Lotus-eaters yoga teachers
Blind men, madmen trying to escape the wrath
All line up to drink sap from the sacred pap
We want the milk and honey, an idyllic state
We want'em both served to us
On a silver plate
If you'd like a second helping say
"Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeezed
We want the ambrosia, the prime real estate
We want to see behind the
Veil that conceals her face
If you'd like a second helping say
"Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeezed
Send us emissaries to siphon
The flowers essence so we can move from
Early childhood through adolescence
And re-establish a connection to the source
In a demiurge dreamscape till
Things run their course
You want the good stuff
Not the pain and the hell flames
That melt chains and lead to self-change
Honey drips from my honey dip's lips
Dancing in the rain
I knocked on heavens door till
An answer finally came
And when I saw the ground of
All being in it's true form
I prostrated myself and cried like a newborn
Not a judge or a tyrant in the sky
But a universal flower inside
Of my mind's eye
So while the music press keeps
The hive-minded nest buzzing
And the rest of them count
Sheep with Death's cousin
I'ma shake the lion's cage in the final days
Sit in silent praise in the
Shade of Miss Maya’s maze
We want the milk and honey, an idyllic state
We want'em both served to us
On a silver plate
If you'd like a second helping say
"Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeezed
We want the ambrosia, the prime real estate
We want to see behind the
Veil that conceals her face
If you'd like a second helping say
"Yes please"
I only sip the freshest of the fresh squeezed
I have been staring at the
Sun-washed sky so long
That I am beginning to see yellow spots
All I want is to lie here with
The sun all on my face
Until they come to drag me home