Four Amigos

Little linguistics befall this spirit's swarms in search of song

Wild battlegrounds of syntax, stacked detractors

Planting seeds that both sides could be wrong

And so, etched are their ways within their bones

Hard to perceive, but changing

Steadfast and standing in the way

Daylight could never penetrate

Just when I thought I could conceive a bridge between

Is that smoke in the air, and heat below my feet?

You've deceived the arsonist in me

So misguided, I don't know how you see that, but I know

Man, it's so hard to get a read sometimes

On how to tell who you're gonna believe

But it shouldn't be up to you to have to read so fine

Between the lines just to uncover some ideal reality

Age after age we decay or atrophy

Into shapes we had sworn to supercede

Drag the anchor until it tears itself apart

Or sink the whole damn ship, trying to steer it in the dark

Oh no, man, it's so hard to get a read sometimes

On how to tell who you're gonna believe

But it shouldn't be up to you to read between the lines

Just to keep your sanity

So take it slow, man

Cause we're really running out of time

Age after age we decay or atrophy

Into shapes we had sworn to supersede

Drag the anchor until it tears itself apart

Or sink the whole damn ship, trying to steer it in the dark