The Laser in the Lotus

You work with your soul

And they steal with their eyes

And they take with their hands

As they hear all the plans you don't have…

The most ungraceful walker you've ever seen

But when it comes to talk, your tongue's tightrope is a beam

And no matter how heavy and hysterical I breathe

I can't blow your feathered phonics from this slippery scene

There's a laser in the lotus

No proof, but somehow I know this

And the only thing keeping me alive

Is giving you fuel for your sorceries and sapphires

That you cover up with jobs, drugs and flat tires

As the eggs in your head run amok on the wire

There's a laser in the lotus

No proof, but somehow I know this

And you work with your soul

And they steal with their eyes

And they take with their hands

As they write down your plans

I don't know anything, so I'm told, so they blame me

I don't know anything, so I'm cold, and I'm crazy

All I know is a thing I was told in the haze of

Lost control, and it was that I was, so damn lucky to be

Exhaling above ground, above water

So my feet fled, but still fighting is my head

Gutted and bled, and now

Every friend is a cop with a chess kit

Every friend is a cop with a chess kit

Heart's glow is gone but with blood I'll manage

Still I can't repent without knowing the damage