The Shape Of Things To Come

Sit down, turn around

Shape shift when you're tongue tied,

I'm so tongue tied,

Put the movies on, don't care what I see,

Just a situation, a saturation

And I'll be saturated, until the low comes

Thought about it for a long time,

Took a hurricane to make up my mind,

That I gotta go.

It's a foolish game, ain't no reason for,

A trite little concept, a fabrication

I need it anyway,

Because it's the shape of things to come

Sat down, closed eyes,

Took a deep breath, under a big sky,

I was eviscerated, it pulled my guts out.

Turn the movies off, there's enough to see

We all want the same things for our family,

And I'll be agitated, 'til I cross the mississippi