We're all mowing esoteric patterns in the grass
A fast and fading echo of ancient Nazca Man
Who carved his lines upon the desert floor
In hopes to catch the eye of some forgotten god
To delight a passing Thunderbird
Or win patronage of a sky-jaguar knit of stars
Shouted slogans of leapers give me megrims
Why didn't I smash the copier when I was through?
Self-doubt is a stalking fiend
Narcissism is a killer
That and no healthcare
Dumb aphorist embrace obscurants
And write in Ogham for your final lines
There's the failed lawyer haunting teen-punk shows
He'll explain his top five for '09 and what to eat
If you ever saw his bald-skull head
You'd be certain he'd been dead for weeks
And that's the story of the happy thief who provided content
To that ceaseless chill-out stream
His body will be found soaked in Luminol aftershave
Room of knives, Lebanon, Flying J
I didn't know him very well
But I think of him whenever my mind drifts
Protomartyr - The Aphorist Lyrics
Protomartyr - The Aphorist Lyrics
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We're all mowing esoteric patterns in the grass
A fast and fading echo of ancient Nazca Man
Who carved his lines upon the desert floor
In hopes to catch the eye of some forgotten god
To delight a passing Thunderbird
Or win patronage of a sky-jaguar knit of stars
Shouted slogans of leapers give me megrims
Why didn't I smash the copier when I was through?
Self-doubt is a stalking fiend
Narcissism is a killer
That and no healthcare
Dumb aphorist embrace obscurants
And write in Ogham for your final lines
There's the failed lawyer haunting teen-punk shows
He'll explain his top five for '09 and what to eat
If you ever saw his bald-skull head
You'd be certain he'd been dead for weeks
And that's the story of the happy thief who provided content
To that ceaseless chill-out stream
His body will be found soaked in Luminol aftershave
Room of knives, Lebanon, Flying J
I didn't know him very well
But I think of him whenever my mind drifts
A fast and fading echo of ancient Nazca Man
Who carved his lines upon the desert floor
In hopes to catch the eye of some forgotten god
To delight a passing Thunderbird
Or win patronage of a sky-jaguar knit of stars
Shouted slogans of leapers give me megrims
Why didn't I smash the copier when I was through?
Self-doubt is a stalking fiend
Narcissism is a killer
That and no healthcare
Dumb aphorist embrace obscurants
And write in Ogham for your final lines
There's the failed lawyer haunting teen-punk shows
He'll explain his top five for '09 and what to eat
If you ever saw his bald-skull head
You'd be certain he'd been dead for weeks
And that's the story of the happy thief who provided content
To that ceaseless chill-out stream
His body will be found soaked in Luminol aftershave
Room of knives, Lebanon, Flying J
I didn't know him very well
But I think of him whenever my mind drifts
Writer: Alexander Leonard, Scott Davidson, Joseph Casey, Gregory Joseph Ahee
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Performed By: Protomartyr
Length: 3:43
Written by: Alexander Leonard, Scott Davidson, Joseph Casey, Gregory Joseph Ahee