More unstable than a record label
As I take off my rose-tinted glasses
I no longer write for the masses
Peanut galleries and has-beens that never happened
Homing pigeon tried to blind me with that tunnel vision
Heartbeat like I'm on crack
So I left right forward and bring it back to my origins
Back to my roots, I soothe the forbidden fruits
Spiritual, lyrical, miracle individual
"Oh, I'm the last album, he talks so much about his mental health"
That's 'cause my health is mental
Cut out the heart, tried to make me do the hokey cokey
Smacked out, bleeding, shape-shifting like Loki
The smears and the cures, the blues, the heirs
The smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and sacre bleu!
Shooting an arrow through the red arches
What's it mean when smoke and mirrors makes us more lethargic?
As my blood boils into a high degree
I sense the life seep out of me, go figure
Champagne on my shirt to match the shades
Uv light on my wrist to hide the veins
I tried to dance 'til you wanted
I broke my ankle, you should be more thankful
The smears and the cures, the blues, the heirs
The smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and sacre bleu!
Sacre bleu!
Sacre bleu!
Sacre bleu!
The smears and the cures, the blues, the heirs
The smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and murmurs
The blues, the heirs, the smears and sacre bleu!
I'm done
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