New Threats From The Soul

I jolted up to some new transference from a sliding door on a sister vessel and just let it play through

I left my wallet in El Segundo I left my true love in a West Lafayette escape room

she had the kind of smile to get a blue swine in trouble

the kind of smile to get a violent one-or-two-time felon employed

my little Jessica Rabbit, my Betty Rubble, my Moki Cherry, my Peggy Bundy, my Helen of Troy

I thought that I could make a better life with bubblegum and driftwood

her sweet nothings were nothing more than debts I would owe

she once said that nothing could make her feel quite as loved as one early morning kiss could

but I've been up too late one too many nights

why I let myself let her go and for who I'll never know

right there and then, that's where they'd begin these new threats from the soul

you can see the kingdom from the tailgate

if you stack a couple coolers but you're never going to see it from the front of the line

though I've seen some of the suckers they've been letting in there

and I think that the firmament bouncer was a rock pile buddy of mine

I will never be (never be) anything (anything) other than a caged bird swingin' from a chain swing

whistlin' for my pay seed peckin' on a W-9

singin' one of a kind (love affair is) love affair is

one of a kind (love affair is) one of a kind... and forever it goes

new threats from the soul a new sheriff in my heart's wild west

a slew of mismeasurements between the place where I stand and the place where I will rest

if you need me, you know where to find me north of a puddle and west of a hole

in what was once our home but is now just a house for all these new threats from the soul

I jolted up to some new transference from a sliding door on a sister vessel

it's hard to know sometimes if I'm on the right course

I'm scrambling to find Christ in all the places I'm told he likes

tomorrow is a white dwarf shining what's left of its light forth from a life once bold and bright

and I will never be (never be) anything (anything) other than a caged bird swingin' from a chain swing

whistlin' for my pay seed spinnin' like a carousel ride

if up's still up and down's still down, won't you tell me where the hell am I

I'm getting threats on top of threats from within

I've been bullied (bullied) bullied by a parallel time

cause I thought that I could make a better life with bubblegum and driftwood

turns out whatever we had was the best success I would know

now nothing could make me feel quite as unheard as one early morning wish could

when I'm wishing someone could quiet down these deafening threats from the soul

(new threats from the soul)

I was a cactus flower I had Heisman buzz

now it's a pissing competition between the man I am and the guy I was

your sweet nothings are still souring the sheets on the bed and the threads of my clothes

as I lie entrenched in my own ignorance and drenched from my head to my toes

in new threats from the soul new questions forming at the center point

it feels like hell is getting higher and the sky is getting lower

yet I'm only getting silence from the idols that I did anoint

I'll find what peace there is to find here north of a puddle and west of a hole

as I ramble on and place blame upon that which I've yet to behold

but can one really blame the soul

the strange positions I have put it in have led to mismeasurements between the place where I am

and the place where I could have been

the sliding doors have slid and now all I can do is do my best to control

cruel transferences from the mirror world and new threats from the soul...