Corpses Coffee Shop

The Candle is lit
Ya, ya got your beer brewing kit
Imagination fermenting in your mind
Walkin on the tight rope
Ya gotta balance it all in a world hope

Yes sir,
I know when books are burnt,
Lit with that flame in the eyes
Inoculated in all your sighs
Blazzin in the ear drums
Don’t listen to them, their all bums
Ideas ringing in your ears
Ya got that flair
That swag where you feel you’ll never tear
But man you’re you own idol,
Trapped within the icon
The icon you bought at the pawn shop just before dawn

Final frontiers
You try to live up to your peers
Ya its making you break, that frail pale face
Ace them all, even if you might take the fall
You gotta roll that ball
To be checking
Count em off one two
Checking them off one by one
Just like that sun over that horizon
Behind a white background
Son, ya better stay in bounds

Sleepless nights, working hard, ya ya gotta produce
Yet ya gotta look good so eat that produce
Click click, look good and make a pose
Keep loyal to your bros, but respect your foes

They say it’s the sweetest
Getting that product done
Your working hard and it ain’t fun
Beer brewing kit
Way down in that pit
Dig it out, dig it out