Lion’s Mouth

[Hook - Sims]

Today I woke up late
Same place, inner space
Tied a rope around my waist, dial grace
Float away, float away
I was hopin' I won't float away, float away
But do you know the stakes?
Last night I stayed up late
Trynna trace inner space
Finding something in the bass
I was hopin' I won't float away, float away
I was hopin' I won't float away, float away
But do you know the stakes?

[Sims]

A strange addiction flipping in a stranger fiction
But I couldn't love it if there wasn't danger in it
All along I've been drawn to what's tied to the tracks
Always fell for a woman being sawn in half
By the way always late, by a minute, by a day
In my vision all these shapes
Something hidden in the bass, inner space
Though I can't define the physics of how I'm drawn away
Or how vicious I engage

I've been the first to squeeze the hammer when it's fight or
Bounce
You said that I would do anything for the right amount
I shrugged it off and stuck my head inside the lion's mouth
You pried it out and told me that is not what pride's about
You were right though, I can't help that I feel lied to
Like a Fukushima Geiger-count
By the sound by the ounce
By the tooth biting down
By the land i'm climbing out
By the way, I was--ay
By the way, I was--ay

[Hook - Sims]

Today I woke up late
Same place, inner space
Tied a rope around my waist, dial grace
Float away, float away
I was hopin' I won't float away, float away
But do you know the stakes?
Last night I stayed up late
Trynna trace inner space
Finding something in the bass
I was hopin' I won't float away, float away
I was hopin' I won't float away, float away
But do you know the stakes?

[P.O.S]

Yeah
I am my own beast of burden, my achin' back
Climbing every Everest, every winding track
I never seen a straight line
And I take pride in my skate by
And I make mine and it works fine enough
Can't fly on these homemade wings, though
So I lace them boots and I face that truth
I'm a goner, I'm a goner
And I'll spend these last couple few with a flask and a view
No hands, wait, no grip is far more accurate
Get down, stay down after it
My corpse will be immaculate

Yeah
I wanted open, wandered hopeless
Squandered so much time
Somehow the sundial been stuck
I must've lost my mind
Trustin' the potion, harmful notion, if we're bein' true
But my hand goes through the door when I knock
So what's a ghost to do?
My spit would hit your lips if I could make the words exist
Instead abandon ship 'cause tight ones sink 'em too, it's sick
Backing out of my codes, fightin', I won't go
Gimme some of what you got
Gimme lots and lots and then more

[Hook - Sims]

Today I woke up late
Same place, inner space
Tied a rope around my waist, dial grace
Float away, float away
I was hopin' I won't float away, float away
But do you know the stakes?
Last night I stayed up late
Trynna trace inner space
Finding something in the bass
I was hoping I won't float away, float away
I was hoping I won't float away, float away
But do you know the stakes?