No Bird Sing - Target Practice lyrics

[Verse 1: Kristoff Krane:] Face to the window ‘ Back to the wall Ink to the dry page ‘ Yield to the sign Mummy in the casket Pharoah will evolve Genie in the bottle ‘ Am I running out of time? Lines in the sand ‘ Hands of my mime Box that we make from the past we define I don't need a gunshot ‘ I just need a trigger (uh) [Verse 2: Joe Horton:] Finger to my chest ‘ Fell in love that way Stuck until I broke it off Samsara, find another heart to cross and make it soft Karma is the shot and the target too Darkened room gets illuminated soon as the eyes open The market's doomed Heavy eyelids fed sedative diet, bred for compliance Dead to rights, quick to deny it, make it hard to prove Solutions shine elusive in the future Thick behind the dust cover ‘ The suffering we're used to [Chorus:] Krane: I don't need a gunshot Horton: I just need a target to hit Krane: All I hear is gunshot [shot][shot] I keep hearing gunshot [shot][shot] [Verse 3: Joe Horton:] Why does one man have more beds than he can sleep in? Where's the line between competition and preying on peoples' weakness? When did truth become a sequel? What's a starving mouth to say to the land that fed his family for generations then degraded to chemical sand? How could a conscious mind find relief When it's come to believe that violence is a marker along the path to peace? Why is advertisment good? Propaganda bad? Insatiable desire ‘ painting lines inside my lonely head [Verse 5: Kristoff Krane:] Learned behavior, trance fix, robotic captain sinking ship Limbic system, bored with primal impulse, cut the wire, trip an ego Dominoe effect, letting go distorted breathe, less amused with my regret More intuned mindfullness. The time it takes to think my way out of this empty Feeling I will choose to fill my being with the beauty that consumes me I ruined what confused me, became new, started being me by doing…every days my funeral [Chorus] [Verse 6: Joe Horton:] Truth is simple ‘ No lines Petals bloom ‘ Men'll die Metal tubes will fly into the sky and who knows what they'll find Satisfaction k**ed the cat Bottle time ‘ This is that I don't need a gunshot I just need a goal to chase [Verse 7: Kristoff Krane: Now I won't say that I know the way, or how to mold the day Or control the rain ‘ I just rode the train when I was told to say So I fold and pray until I'm old and grey So how much of my emotional state Do I contribute to the things that I do? Providing a sense of security, d**h to the purity Guiding my higher brain through the maze Every habit I blindly created when I was awake Is a testament I use as evidence to support changes That I make in my life to see order in chaos and accept the pain [Chorus]