Lying In The Grass

All the pieces where they ought to be

But it's clear that he don't look like me

Pick a place around the table talk

Make a push to wake the comatose

Say you pause to say what's wrong

And quickly blow up the cover

There’s a way through fogs as long as there’s a light to discover (it)

Like a twisted stick, let's dig through the sick

And find a level space

Cinch to say

It's a gut that fears all things unknown

And a link within the brain you know

Not a shame to say the instinct's there

But a virtue to deny the bait

Know the cause and move to gauze and deftly

Tratar o sangue

In the lawn there's room to move

As there's a need to uncover it

As a choker sucks, let's sift through the muck

And lift this dingy veil

Same old tale

Get mixed in this crippling fixture

Try and approach the hidden mixtures

Get mixed in this crippling fixture

Try and approach the hidden picture

For a misplaced stash, let's search through the trash

And write this ignorant lurch

Wicked urge

Raise the gab above a whisper

Speak to salve a spoiling blister

Raise the gab above a whisper

Talk to cure a blister picture