Pedestrian

All tangled in orange
And if nothing rhymes with that then
Let me vent all my new complaints
Stop the tape looks like a wrap they say
No one heard anyway

Is that my face?
I don't recognize the distinction
That's just some poor old fool
He's been looking for his marbles they threw away
He'll die soon anyway

Like screaming curses at wind
Death is noiseless
A shade of pale on your skin
Death is noiseless
Check for a fever then die by your receiver just praying that your signal comes in

Be more exposed
Like an awkward sexual tension
That's gazed in public view
Til a foot cramp brings on the sudden death of you
Sing the song I know you know the tune

Like screaming curses at wind
Death is noiseless
A shade of pale on your skin
Death is noiseless
Check for a fever then die by your receiver just praying that your signal comes in