Claude Challe Follow

I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
My boss just quit the job says
He's goin' out to find blind spots and he'll do it

The third planet is sure that they're being watched
By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped
When you get to the promise land
Your gonna shake that eyes hand

Your heart felt good it was drippin' pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me
Outside naked, shiverin' looking blue
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon

Baby cum angels fly around you, reminding you
We used to be three and not just two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end

A third had just been made and we were swimming in the water
Didn't know, then was it a son was it a daughter
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans, in our bodies

And another had been found, another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic
And how the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
If you go straight long enough, you'll end up where you were

I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
My boss just quit the job says