Tales of a Visionary Teller

And this was all just fields
The supermarket just ran out of medium sized eels
And chocolate cigarettes
And the sun no longer red
Stories to the little ones, quiet as a smoking gun
Still pointing at my head

And the tales of a visionary teller will tell you I'm dead

Most of the animals gave in
And sailed on every ocean in dog food tins and plastic cups
How did we ever call this love?
My human heart exploded when they read their pretty poems
About the ones they lost

Oh, and the tales of a visionary teller will tell you to turn it off

And the castle gates were closed
The locals and the tourists swapped jokes for silly stories
But nothing resolved
And the king couldn't begin
To think of a solution worthy of inclusion
In the tapestry hall

And the tales of a visionary teller will tell you I'm a fool

Oh, and the contract clearly states
My feelings and memories and dreams don't belong to me
Indefinitely
But I take what I want
My last will and testament was written in flesh and blood
And my favorite song

Is the tales of a visionary teller will tell ya I'm wrong

And every word was said in bold
And all the pop musicians drank all the cough medicine
Now nobody talks
And the silence stings my nostrils
And the taste of bitter practice offends my other senses
But I'd never show

The tales of a visionary teller
These are the tales of a visionary teller

Oh, and the tales of a visionary teller will tell ya I'm alone