...Powdered Water Too (2) - Eyedea & Abilities

Think, models, think, metaphor

I am plagued by a yet to be defined mind disorder

Symptoms include illusion to losing (delusion) the tissue and fluid that

borders a bruise contoured to lose core of my aura among other things that

clutter dreams and suddenly pull my swollen puppet strings.

Hold and clutch my utterly insecure back-peddling

Please pour the powdered water from the kettle

And load my cup full of adrenaline

Now I can settle in tucked tight between sheet rock and crushed ice

She knocked but I never let her in despite the fact she looked nice in black

Said I’m in my head isn’t twisted upright, it leans lopsided but eerie enough I

still treasure it dearly.

Born in a vocal booth, I hope to own the moon with no excuse

Soon to be the groom to a tune close to you

Sail the true stale ocean blue and ate lunch

But corrosion grew for eight months and the Trojan threw a fake punch

And a crow to fool em.

I have sold my sancturary, thank you very much

Buried all I’d carried for a vocabulary brush

And I don’t wanna be around when the cherry busts

Cuz when it does/dust settles the flood all of America

It might have been all over if you were to barely thrust

But you got greedy punctured too deep and now she’s scared of trust

But who can you trust anyway, every opinion is dated (jaded) by an experience,

making any thought a response to a memory.

I am my enemy, can’t think my way out of this penitentiary

Embrace the condition humanity’s mechanically accepted for centuries

It’s the water, is it real?

How does it make you feel

being endlessly dependent on external crutches and shields?

Sleep-walking through the dust covered fields

Haunted by the taunted souls of those who kept the seals closed

I’ve stretched the distance, and pushed the envelope

This song’s become an endless note

For all women and men with hope

Open your eyes, you no longer can float.

You’re sinking and drinking the powdered water.

Going to make you choke!