Looms - Pennywise lyrics

[Verse 1] And he be lifted on his ones again Love the lack of light; an appetite for when the sun descends Flash back to swearing he'd never be one of them If you hate the now by default do you love the end? It's f**ed up that dumb luck got him this far Cold solders quick march living to be discharged Kids laughed all bathing in their nativity Save face and raise the front that few have seen beneath Philosophize in private, let the pastor preach Looms up on a m a n n y beat, that's a banger guaranteed Manic dreams, fallacies and catastrophes Hack the seams of reality, grab the Haberdashery "Damn it he's gotta hiding inside the higher plain?" Lack of friendly memories, it's time to let the mind erase Like he ever could command it, heart's the darkest She laughed and ate it regardless without the garnish Starving artist, need to be eating his words 'Cos they equate to the pay that he be seeking in verse See that's an argument he never willing to instigate But push comes to shove and scraps occupy the dinner plate Sick of love... Sick of trust... Sick of fate And sick of time - he ain't itching to grip a Zimmer frame Searching for nirvana... nah nevermind Down and out getting high, clown about with pennywise