Deep Puddle Dynamics - Thought Vs. Action lyrics

Shh, Shhh
Sheer stimulated advantage grown from a bond

A not so simple subtle
Rampant founding foster fostered fostering
The halters engulfed, think lost worth
Impulse in a cage match with instinct tossed
Regressive, wretched, stopped
Re-read the sketches no rocks off for the
Restless restless restless
Restless whence we broke a
Take a cleanly, instruct car
Stick and stone nebulous
One caught from flowering interconnectedness
Assure it never happen again
In about four seconds the teacher
Will begin to think
Wedged in between when he take a
Swing and when he blink
Hard as me try, me never be the man
Cause people keep taking my stand


As pacifist that a plan

The, beyond, any, begin, however
Before, it was, or never
What’s done is… what’s done is
Would’ve, been, occurred, ever
Been born again
What’s done is… done is undone
Who’s the one that’s gonna die for this?
Nobody move
And who’s the one that’s gonna fry for this?
Nobody move
And who’s the one that’s gonna try to kiss
Nobody move
Life smack dead on her lips, her apocalypse
Nobody ends

It’s shot tranquil grey order, out so fast
Sacred, communicated each individual emotion
A car sole crashes the is and nothing left
However traces of hatred found in
The fossils and erosion
He no finish finer than truce
When the lake get lit fire and
The flames hit eye level
Giving no logic a perfect approve
I’ll be scorned
Torn by swarm inside asking me "Why settle?"

He lay down in the tall grass
And prepared to wait patiently
Soon the sounds of distant sweet
Music came to his ears
He looked up in the direction
From which they came
And saw a small object descending from above
At first it looked like a mere
Speck, but as it came down
The music became plainer and sweeter

Oh how they stifle
Siphon emotion, eye motion i motion
Mostly the disembowelment of vowel
Movement is best
Measured by how many books you burn
How many scholarly notions
Cascading through morbid emotions
Window pane evading
Chased by fading echoing, decaying masculids
Master thin candles and incense
Glasses seeping condescending sentence
Afterwards, I find no antidote
For petty anecdotes
Swing fist before two lips alone
No hope for those who ponder, wondering
Through cells brought forth

By useless electrodes and modes of weakness
Weakness of the movement erodes
You well to intake endowing measures
The pleasures of performing and executing
Ballads prearranged on ledger form a
Catalyst, cataclysm, fallacy, fortitude
Medulla, menacing, medicine, flushing
Spiraling unto the shallow depths
Of thoughtful mess
Best cast upon the liberated
Jaded renaissance man
Man, I once had an idea but
It didn’t get me anywhere
Read The Art of War when I
Should have been out fighting
Why is it the mass is unexposed to
So-called great thinkers until they die?
And why do they live in fear of
The fighters afraid to leave their insides?
Ah, talking, talking

Walking in circles slowly assembling
A faux pas way of thought
But all thought is faux pas
Good point brought to the table of
Man or myth imploring bumping up
Demanding the process of
Leaping before jumping
I say take a leap of faith, besides
Nobody woulda knew the author is if they
Didn’t pick up a pen and action and act in
Got me more than imagining the soul, lies
Words only count in assholes and elbows
Pose a moving question for eternal
Value and mental redemption
Inducing actions for future
Thought processes exemption
I need not thought
For when a father impulses nature

I recollect a loss of lust