Kris Crummett - Granulated Eyelids lyrics

The tick of his teeth imposing his lip is in desire For anotheNot to have but to be Not similar, but the same He kicks the side as a start Slinging arms with the one Who tickles his gut just by being; Steps lightly, trails easy, with brisk in the stride Riding the nights That rode childhood bedtimes; Harvesting an appetite for greater things (Borrowing bodies is a past time for me) A hometown hero he'll be (Jumping from the rich and into the poor) Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor (I'm the prophet they seek) With his profits, he'll seek no less help for himself (There should be no such hell for us to live forever) For this act is selfishly noble and hypocritically humble Spreading the line between One who will turn his back on a man with a gun And one who will turn his gun on a man; to his back