I've been walking along a tightrope just a tad bit too tight
Tonight I'ma be off into the shadows
Until one day when the bright lights generously shine down
And everything except the background will fade
I tip toe, trip, I don't dance. Say god damn pretty please
Would you let the man at the grand piano play?
He's been living in a bubble that that that's been walking the line to
Any point in time that I've ever made
And in the room, the women come and go
Talk-talk-talk-talking of Michelangelo
They talk-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk too much
(this is not it at all)
Find me where the footsteps don't ever make a sound
And around time as it unwinds and finally frays
Every point in the past has got a date dot
That's about to get cropped out
By the big picture before it's about to be outdated
Out dating in a state of paralysis
And you're content with falling in love with inanimate objects
Degenerate subsets under parasitic sunsets
And s**ually driven fleshy plastic or a psychopathic babbling
A cla**ic case of affection without a cause
You've got it all wrong.They lied to you
And then they made you weak and told you what to do
And what to think like it's nothing more than that
You don't know what to say. You don't know how to act
And you'll be gone soon
And in the room, the women come and go
Talk-talk-talk-talking of Michelangelo
They talk-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk too much