Outer Sin Empty Hand

These are lyrics to a song I wrote.

Release the lock mechanism on your cage,
freeing your mind second glance.
And over time your day will proceed you,
empty chalice enter wine.
This is for another place and time.
Grasping straws in my mind, reading this backwards is not a sign

Good news the winners lose.
I can smell it in the air.
The fever burns with anxiety.
Forever a witness to society.

I dream in color, I dream in white.
I believe the Mormons and their endless plight.
Open windows, dirty floors.
Kiss your grandma and do your chores.

Good news the winners lose.
I can smell it in the air.
The fever burns with anxiety.
Forever a witness to society.

Frolicking through the meadow, spin.
Innocent man hand in frames,
shot out of a bleeding cannon.
A phrase unknown to anyone,
A nosy waitress with three thumbs.
Enter blue, the color of noise.

Good news the winners lose.
I can smell it in the air.
The fever burns with anxiety.
Forever a witness to society.

It's history along with all your toys.
it's safe to say its not over yet.
Eating in zero gravity, never gaining a pound.
Practice makes a good story.
Short people standing tall,
shoulder to shoulder to find their good things
or cry out loud into the sky.
Beating off the insects with a stick,
it's noisy where I'm from,
so goddamn hot it makes me sick.
Enter day with dreams of night...

Good news the winners lose.
I can smell it in the air.
The fever burns with anxiety.
Forever a witness to society...