Elevate: I Am

More Ironic Than Alanis
If I took some time to think about the hydra in me A nine headed monster for those who aren't Greek I'd see one staring not liking what he sees The other 8 trying to drop the guillotine But 9 survive and still One needs them to feed So he pretends not to see the famine the others bring Will love decapitate this beast and send him to the deep I still can't believe The organ man got bit by his monkey again The charmer feels a little poison in his hand And if the whale jumps one more ring again Someone just might lose their head A puppeteer hung by Pinocchio's thread A holy man of the front page full of sin And if the Philly goes around the track again The jockeys play horse shoes in the sand And so I write poetic tragedies How do you swallow love without an active tongue It's just a contradicting melody I've never had the voice but I can hear the song Well I've heard there's a Hale-Bopp coming for me So grab your white kicks and some punch to drink We gather bonded by a belief Letras de cancionesin higher being that will set us free I believe the cults in me They can't prescribe me, there's no denying me I've been up in the stars searching for heavens gate The organ man got bit by his monkey again The charmer feels a little poison in his hand And if the whale jumps one more ring again Someone just might lose their head A puppeteer hung by Pinocchio's thread A holy man of the front page full of sin And if the Philly goes around the track again The jockeys play horse shoes in the sand And so I write poetic tragedies How do you swallow love without an active tongue It's just a contradicting melody I've never had the voice but I can hear the song What the fuck has my ego done? I play numb the perfect camouflage The organ man got bit by his monkey again The charmer feels a little poison in his hand And if the whale jumps one more ring again Someone just might lose their head A puppeteer hung by Pinocchio's thread A holy man of the front page full of sin And if the Philly goes around the track again The jockeys play horse shoes in the sand I'm torn, I'm your ACL So torn, 'cause love is hell I live the dream, I live in dreams I'm torn, I can't wait for signs So torn, 'cause love takes time I live the dream, I live in dreams From Letras Mania