Sky Diver - Eyedea & Abilities

Use your fist, please don’t knock

My loose teeth are yours to take

Cuddling our new found freedom

In keepin' our eyes open without being awake

Kiss my ear, the faint still taunts

Children rejoice 'once hero now dead'

One last time, I’m really hurtin'

Just a little taste to take off the edge

I rummage through old love letters and photographs

In a desperate reach for a clue into who I am

But with only the distant past as a reference I fail to feel any connection to

the bones under my skin

You can cry but you’re still gettin' sterilized

Can show the sun how to come if you know the sky

He’ll let you make a mess if you keep him high

It was a good shoot, the messenger deserves to die for his lies

Make it hurt

Scare me straight

Cursed is he who can’t burn by fire

We’re all falling, show me feeling, I’m your designated diver

I can see the cuts on your mind

Your mother made yours, mine made mine

I know you’d rather be sad than stupid

Genius by day

Junkie by night

By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee

That didn’t help me see bleedin' isn’t what it seems

Let it steam, let it steep (Let it sting, let it steam) 'til it screams

'finally free'

Then you better leave

I bet that she’s gonna kill the king

Doctor wound, perfect numb

13 billion years in the making

Black hole in the center of a galaxy

We’re still suffering, we’re still aching

The sanctuary is closed for repairs

I used God’s guide to paint a maniac the nice way

Bad habits make for good memories

I’m good at being at the wrong time in the right place

Crust and clots at the corners of her mouth

Eyes white like yours but completely different somehow

Caught her post dose looking like a ghost

Cheeks-rosed from the flush of fluid so familiar to us now

Legs folded, the predators' prey

There’s no messiah that wasn’t a slave to it’s brain

If I could do with nails what you do with words

There’d be one more crucifixion — one less open door

Use my fist, but I won’t knock

Break it open, itch me sober

Trust me: we’ll get out of this alive

Now take my hand it’s almost over

I apologize for lying about smiling

I’m a frightened little cat that learned to act like a lion

While Leviathans beach in the grip of their patience

I’m driving this cheap pirate ship to the pavement

By the grace of breeze I never scraped a knee

That didn’t help me see nothing’s really what it seems

Let it steam, let it sleep 'til it screams

«Finally free», then you better leave

I’m aiming right for the head of the king