Paulie Swan - Me vs. Mothra

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I’ve died a thousand times but now I take the time to rest And wait to catch a hail and ride, arms I kept inside my chest Are now outstretched I’ve clipped the wings off swans with whiter backs I’ve lived four walls away from suns and moons and peace of mind Shattered stained glass palaces from the inside I’ve buried mine I’ll bury you Till peach trees grow above your skull I hold more power in my pinky than a thousand palms The words of prophets fall on ears that’ll never open for them I found my face Jury’s still out on my voice but that’s besides the point I wanna yell before my hair’s too long I wanna powerbomb every single wretched moth The water’s running off my back I’ve lost my mind at pale junctures when I couldn’t hack it Shrieked at splintered doors and wrestled till my neck was blackened Cards of clay make stupid houses You’re built on sand I’ve tried a thousand lives, my coffins come with cushions now I’m pushing past my anvil eyes, I dropped them in a monster’s mouth It chipped a tooth I float from coast to coast I damn it all to hell, your pony cars and metal wrists My head’s all full of froth, there’s nothing to be precious with It’s spilling over I wanna yell before the whole thing’s gone Before a heavy woman’s song can spawn another sea of moths To sink this velvet hall Your house is not a home I’ve heard your clockwork lies I’ll walk in busted kicks And fail Watch hell rain from the sky I’ll fool myself today An ocean’s sick and lonely bones are dancing in a vast expanse of epitaphs and tangerines It’s bastard kids and buttercream If you’re fond of salty air Then cry the coves I’ve had to drown in I’ll beat it out of you Tomorrow I saved my life
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