心地よい春の空に浮かぶ雲を描く煙

歌詞

I like my samples with a cracker love a fire mixed with raindrops I like to doodle on the paper till my brain stops I like my movies with a grainy feel I like the goonies Michael Jackson where you make me feel. I like to stop the beat and maybe tell a joke or two. I like a memory with a picture in a photo booth. I find it funny if you take yourself serious even though I'm PISCES I tell him I'm an Aquarius. They say I knew it, I know. I like to say I didn't do it. Then admit it like you did and really matter. Though I hate the signs on the grass that say keep me off. For some reason, news readers really piss me off subservient whatever's written on the cards, I swear I see lines bouncing in between the stars like a treasure map calling me from very far. You probably think I'm a narcissist there you are. 

I don't know who I am. I am whoever made me
Whatever movie this is.
however you want to play me. 
however you want to paint me.
If portraits lead to portraits, then portray me. 
I don't know who I am. I am whoever made me
Whatever movie this is.
however you want to play me. 
however you want to paint me.
If portraits lead to portraits, then portray me. 

Being blind to the truth is even worse than death. I could tell the world was fake on my very first breath. Age two, I was in the bath, splashing, laughing at ghosts a little deeper than a rubber duck and plastic boat. Mom took me for a Mr. Wimpy meal, telling my mom I didn't think Mr. Wimpy was real. Decode the matrix ran before I walked. Six wraps on the tip of my tongue before I taught school bogging me realize only my family loved me. Six cents. The side of the world that was ugly. You know, the kids who didn't want to pass the ball and grew up to be dicks, they just have to have it all. Maybe I'm a pessimist. The way I script the scene, I knew my football manager was fake. The way he picked the team. Every lesson that I learned, it had a deeper meaning. Because if the walls have ears, then the ceiling have feelings. 

I don't know who I am. I am whoever made me
Whatever movie this is.
however you want to play me. 
however you want to paint me.
If portraits lead to portraits, then portray me. 
I don't know who I am. I am whoever made me
Whatever movie this is.
however you want to play me. 
however you want to paint me.
If portraits lead to portraits, then portray me. 

Ah, it's getting creepier. Paranoid. No sleep either. They see the physical, I see the ether. The books are lying to me. And what thoughts lay beyond language and sight is really appetizing to me. The grass is grass. But what does grass call itself? Everything's. A true reality of something else. Demonic faces, angelic graces in and out of different bodies depending on the occasion and never ending equation. Push your mind too far beyond the limb its leave his spirit with a physical scar. Overloaded with these adverts signs and jingles. I see the magic dust sprinkled on the symbols. I swear the other day I saw light slow down and in the gap there was a world without colors and sounds. Emotionless. I was frozen, moving at the speed of absolute zero in the ocean so motionless. 

I don't know who I am. I am whoever made me
Whatever movie this is.
however you want to play me. 
however you want to paint me.
If portraits lead to portraits, then portray me. 
I don't know who I am. I am whoever made me
Whatever movie this is.
however you want to play me. 
however you want to paint me.
If portraits lead to portraits, then portray me.