Release

Oooh

Your love is like a drunk
But you usually can't come
to decisions

Now you fall in a bout
Odysseys of intuition

You look to the sky
for the answers
found in your head

Clouded by doubt
and the daydreams without
feel dead

Trees going [?], ill-shaped,
with smiles eclipsed

While [?] falling just like
UFO's in their shapes

You lose at the gate
So abuse, so you wait
to find your peace
But alas, there is no release

No release
No release

There's time folding guns
While you're smoking on a blunt

Now your eyes are folded blind
and you cannot find the blunt

Who put you away
to this position a day
and how you [?]
Now you're fallin' apart
and decease your product of dreams
But alas, there is no release

And there is no release
And there is no release

You cannot find the lease or the deed
well you sign away your eyes
But you never had any
Because there is no release

You must let go
of work, you think,
But you know
You must let go of all the linear victories