SACCHARINE TRUST LYRICS

"The Creative Fluctuation
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The creative fluctuation
That pits them against such friends
Forgetting is also a chore
So I sweep the floor
After waking the day
To see it through methodically
And sing it as though melodically
Tragic starts, careless turns
Broken ties, stolen prize
As if I were an heir to a chord
And this day, today too, I dream
For Mother Nature I give you Victoria
For Victoria... Sleeping dog wake me
And you will know the death of probability
Tragic starts, careless turns
Broken ties, stolen prize
Good morning my America
My day has begun
Yes the end did come
But that was years before I was born
And my concerns are not worn
On the sleeves of my coat of arms
If my nose bleeds I inhale deep
And feed my soul
Though it never growls of hunger, or do I?
The creative fluctuation
That sends them to such ends
Forgiving will also keep score
So I remember no more
But if it is the rhymes you await
Do not expect I will be late
The words to express that which you save
Will speak kindly of your grave
Tragic starts, careless turns
Broken ties, stolen prize
I know my harmony is banned from your house
I hear the sound of machinery, sweeter than your muse
Sing me a life I can understand
As vulnerable as my own two hands
Stop tuning and play me a song
This is a working life and the hours are long
But you wouldn't know about these things
You are too busy observing
Honesty spoken well like a trooper
And how do their eyes roll
When the cliches define the light of timing
Once again proven sharp
But secrecy, to whom it is confided
What engulfed creature told me that I could love?
That I could speak it's linguistics into the ripens of the sun
Tragic starts, careless turns
Broken ties, stolen prize

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