Opulence Lyrics

Digging deep

Lungs to keep

With some grit in my boar's teeth

Feign wood stained

82.5% grain

Simple Greek-looking geek

Innate creak in my bones

Bleached satisfaction in action alone

Inaction is shown

Just a bit too close to home

Grin like a Swedish wet dream

Glean what you need

From this glossy sheen, 'cause

Donny T's ceiling

Has more acute feeling

Even when kneeling

Witnessing his sweaty dick dealings

Even during bleak, white mountain peaks

Got your nose sneering

I am not over the moon

But that sure as hell feels like the move

I pray you're somewhere

Up there, guest bedroom care

Tucked into God's top bunk

I am a plastic bag drifting

(Somewhere up there)

In open ocean like a man of war

(Mormon affair)

Prometheus

You take the time to feast your eyes

(Guest bedroom care)

Before you dive right into me

You exhale your petty wrath

In search of something that swings right

Oh, you may call me a dreamer, I'll make it last

I'll get it right one of these days

Relapse

Be glass

Be aware

In the grass

Tiger's blood, but without the tiger

Take the time to dredge

Through the cathedral and carnage

Skip the Alamo

And with the trauma to go

And alas

Your towering flesh did it without the big guy upstairs

Over the moon

I pray you're somewhere up there

Feels like the move

I pray you're somewhere up there

Counting the times the ceiling fan will spin on by me

In these sheets that drown ambition

'Cause I am chained to everything I tried to leave behind

Tied to the bed that I've made

Maybe it's what was always right there in front of me

The weight of depression, no

I think the sheep are gonna grow bored of me in this catatonic resolution