Wealthy Relative - Becoming lyrics

(Verse1 1) I wish that I was Patrick Danville Instead I'm pulling cords on parachutes and finding anvils Off the roller coaster into the toaster oven A worn pair of pants makes a mournful dance For every bu*ton lost in the turbulence And I'll be sent where the words went When they were forgotten There ain't nothing stopping ka but flaws Too often dwelt upon Heironymous Bosch, not posh Spirit creature is a megalodon Caught in an aquarium I pulled the polygon seeds From the trees and I buried them I'm very weary when the sun is gone rom sky I've denied god but only 2 times 3rds the charm right? Or is that when I strike out? I don't know, been shrouded in doubt since 13 I'm only human but I'm not sure what that means — (Verse 2) Picking at the glue between the seams of my dream journal See the turtle of enormous girth Awake another day walking the earth that sits on his shell Listen well and we'll be well met Forget hell Selling light Remember white life Don't you dare bite into what you don't need You've been lied to by the pied piper and his news on the TV We see what we would like to see But what will there be when man fizzles Not much of beat poet But I can scribble with the rest d**h is left to flesh and bone My soul knows no headstone Left alone to meditate but You ain't opening no chakra with some pot so Shut up I only got 2 eyes and they've been rolling back Cause lately I've been knocking boots with lady luck Matter of fact, I think that were in love So I'll take her to the grave pace faithfully There ain't nothing getting saved But songs played and made money One's company, two's all I really need Three's funny to a recluse And groups are tachycardia Mortal Dan's heart beats hard When art becomes Antarctica (Welcome to Iceland)