Brainstormer Worldeater Molecule Thief

Oh, the leaverbird is stuck in the present moment

Which it doesn't think is so sublime

And she's this-and-that and kill it when it shuts its mouth

But it's talking for the rest of time

Oh, those sneering, cracking, dripping lips

And its cringing pity eyes

And it speaks of love while beating her

And they fortify their lies

Still, I'm a little in love with each stranger I meet

As I value the sunset on Mulberry Street

Oh, and brainstormer, worldeater, molecule thief

And I am the signals, not the thing that you see

That's not me

Oh, that's not me

That's not me, that's not me

So she's laying there in bed in the present moment

While it throws its postcards on the floor

And she stands up and showers and punctures her lung

While it finds modern life such a chore

And it brings out the spraypaints, the yellows and reds

The colors of a fiery blood

And she brings out the blues as the summer fades away

To the autumn asking "Where went the flood?"

And consciousness fades with a hunger so rapid

And words become silly and useless and vapid

I am the signals, I am not the pain

I am forgiveness, I am not my brain

I am the nothing, the silence, the scream

I am the life that I live in a dream

I am the world as it's seen by a toad

I am the universe about to explode

Oh, that's me

Just find me a leaverbird

That swims like an elephant, remembers like a goldfish

Just find me a leaverbird

That swims like an elephant, remembers like a goldfish