The Crinn - A Fool's Poetry | Текст песни

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The trees have fingers; they pick pocket strangers.
The child with no toes knows the way through danger goes.
So follow the leader, if you want to escape your fears
A fool is a poet with his glasses on
A poet is a fool when he doesn't write his songs.
Everyone around me is looking down my neck
Wondering which jugular vein will erupt next
People say that I have a way with words,
But in reality they have their way with me
I am a captive of my own creativity.
And my obligation to be what I don't want to be.
And do what I don't want to do. but lord for you,
I will do what I have too.
ARREEEBBBAAAA!!!!!

I fell down a flight of stairs.
I caught myself with my teeth on the bottom step
Lucky for me they're made of cement.
Is it time for desert already?
Im not finished with the main course of regret.
A fool is a fool even with his reading glasses on.
A poet isn't a poet just because he writes songs.
Sometimes I feel like I just want to disappear
Vanish in thin air.
Close my eyes and wind up in a different place,
A different world where nothing is the same.
I close my eyes
I read the chalk
That was written on the sidewalk it said: warning!
The trees have fingers; they pick pocket strangers.

The child with no toes knows the way through danger goes.
So follow the leader, if you want to escape your fears.

I found a whole in my head, just like anyone I tried to fill it.
Little did I know I was already dead and my attempts were useless.
A fool is a poet with his reading glasses on
A poet is a fool when he doesn't write his songs.