Giving Me My Hand

Should i
Decide to continue to decide to be careless before dawn
Would it continue to be this hard to understand you
A venue for your pride
We are the divide
Should we come in at high tide
In what i see i see no whatever
And what if time ain't gonna last til november
Theres no thrill in wastecasing
So were hopeful on the staging front
Actors smell the pain in the soot
Takin a major route, tearin down a life stage or two
Always represent that route that you say you do
If you ever used a could
Should could be a way to prove
We need know it would happen within minutes, which is delay for you
I miss autumn more than LA does up in this earth
Wearin some red string that i rubbed in Israeli dirt
And no i don't have the energy to leave this apartment
Cause we all know failing barely hurts
Hoping some day we can make this home full of home
Hone in on what we all know at the end of it
I hold the strength of a town of a hundred thousand
The president was dead when they found him

Leave left but never forget home
Giving me my hand to throw this stepping stone
Progress to process and hold
Never stop to get less than owed
And I would lick for a grin for a spit for a scream for a gnaw at an eye for an idea fading shortly
Some stumble into blazes of glory but I know
I know the corpse of the alligator tells a different story

Madness through the planlessness and if i plan less, fuck that
Refuse to be less than a man, one hand a metropolis, the other a ghost town
Wrists in charge of the sewer and the irrigation, elbows poke godlessness to God-fearing nations
Stop feeling anxious. May as well look at myself and say fuck feelings that i sanction
Look - if you give me my hand, there'd be no thanks kid
And no bangin fist
And no pang of brilliance
We could blame a one percent
Or slay a hundred million