Derek Pope - Landing lyrics

This burning stove I put
My hand upon it, would I
Still feel this out of touch?
Think I've been too gone lately, I
Just want it the same

Drowning in the wave, someone cut me loose
Woke up in a room, flooded to the roof
Aliens exist, I might be the proof
I might be aloof my, mind is like a nuke
Come and find it I go poof
Killed the flukes with a flute
Big oak with no roots
Lost the route, outta juice

In my head back like no one better move
This a stick-up, we need hit's
We need jewels
They want everything we got don't be fools
Nothing new, you knew hunters gather food

And this dead world
Is my playground
What you fought then
Ain't what you face now

On the way down
We were still treading with the weights out
Chainsaw carve a couple days out
Quiet place got something to say now