It's The Magic

I thought I'd feel free In my Brand new jeans There's something Wearing me I just can't Keep carrying I thought that I'd feel free In my Brand new jeans There's something Wearing me I just can't Keep carrying I don't believe A word I said It's my ambition That wants me dead Of every message Of every text I hear a voice I make it stretch You'll find me out Find me out You found me out Found me out Find it out Find it out Find it out You found me out You found me out You'll find it out You'll find it out And with his hand in my hand and his voice in my mouth There's no love in my heart when I'm sitting on the couch Throw the bag in the river so it's never found now With a face made of rubber I get lost in a crowd It's the stones in his pockets It's the smell in the air It's the double sided mirror It's the change of her hair It's the snap of her fingers When she knows you're right there Make a skeptic a believer Sitting in my arm chair All I want is A token of your gratitude Have you been living in your bunker man I know you've got a prepper attitude I told them take their grace And send it where it came Only the generous get to live another day What is there to try There is only to do So open up your pockets and show me a thing or two All I want is Heavenly touch of the sun's rays You fill me up like an ocean plastic I convert your dreams into things Tangible fantastic I told them change their ways Or risk the end of days For earth is the only bed in which a man can lay What is there to consider What options left to weigh So open your accounts and get on his good side today (My son and the mailman have been trying to kill me For months and you know what the police did? Nothing! They did nothing! You people are gonna see the true colors of this man) Find me out You find me out Find me out You find me out All I want is A picture from your uncles party I see beneath all its shape and color He's got a tattoo of a poppy! I tell him here's your chance To take it all away The effects of my magic will depend on what you pay If his grass is greener I can turn it black today I'm the crow voice repeating every god damn thing you say It's the magic The magic It's the magic The magic It's the stones in his pockets It's the look on his face He looks just like my brother But he's in the wrong place And he won't tell me the truth No matter how much I beg With the head of a man And the body of a snake You'll find me out Find me out You find me out Found me out You'll find it out You'll find it out Find it out You found me out You found me out You found me out You'll find it out You'll find it out You'll find me out