Untitled Lyrics

Stoop Dreams

Medieval Fantasy

It all feels like one of those days where you sweat in the sun and shiver in the shade

If I were a stampede

I'd run with the swiftest speed

Only to be lassoed by the contracts that when you're born you have to sign

Have you drank your fill of the good cup?

Cause theres still so many sick of sleeping the tea that they've been steeping in

Inmates planting daffodils

On the side of the highway

And the big signs on the chain link of the overpass, looking down

And the roadkill mile

And the strip mall with the crooked sign

And the big birds, swooping low

Circling