On May 18, 2010
I DONT NEED SUN TO KNOW THE TIME
OR RUN UNDER BOARD WHEN RAINS
I AVOID OTHER NAVALS
AND DONT LOOK SALUTES
EVERY CLOUD IS PART OF PENALISE
THE ARMADA DONT MAKE A RIDDLE OF IT
I KNOW HOW I SOUND
FOR I WAS RAISED LIKE A SAILOR
THE ONLY THING THAT STANDS UP FOR ME
SELF BEING AN ALIEN
IS THE WAY INNER STRUCTURE IS TAILORED
IN EVERY STOP I HAVE STUMP
WANTING MY TRUNK
BUT YOU DONT KNOW THAT
SPLENDID FACT
YOU'RE CUT DOWN BY MY MIND
IF I HAVE TO USE MY SAIL
I NEED MAST NOT A CHANGE OF FLAG
THATS THE WAY THINGS ARE
THAT WHY
I RUN AWAY FROM YOU SO FAST
TOWARD COLD FRONT OF STABILE
PRESSURE
FOR SURE
MY FACE WAS UNTHINKABLE
WITH NO EXPRESSION
- WHEN I CAME TO CLUE
YOU NEED A PLUG AND I AM A JACK
IT KINDA DROP AN ANVIL ON MY HEAD
IN MY OWN APPOINT
I DONT WANT TO ADMIT
BUT IT MADE ME FEEL
LIKE I STOP TO EXIST
STILL
WHEN THE DAY WAKES UP
I SEEK REMEDY
IN MY ASCENT ON THE SEA
ALONG THE COAST OF GOLD
I SEEK YOUR SOUL
