Ataractic - Arcadian Lyrics

Cracks on the pavement of the streets he walks home
Give him dirty looks cause you're bitter and cold
He's so comfortable
Quick to neglect
He's a reject
So insensible
Look to your palms for a scar but it's all for show
Big red nose rags for clothes
Brother looking down God knows
His head's up his ass he's an alien
With a view he thinks is Arcadian

Roll in the weeds
Serpents and the lepers line the streets
By vices channels
Can I see the puppets pulled by

Strings
Get your f*cking flags out my face
Pulled by

Strings tethered down
And the angels left the ground
And the shadows move behind

Look behind (nothing is clean)
All the time (all I can see)
Read the signs
Right in front of me
Take a second to accommodate for all these little things

Disguised backbite behind predominated lies
Left right no oversight
Brought down to the level of a devil
Descending deeper
Tell me now won't somebody tell me how I wanna break out
Blood stained nose from the bashed out windows
People screaming help me
But his heads up his ass he's an alien
With a view he thinks is Arcadian

Roll in the weeds
Sedated frame of mind is all you see
Didn't mind the pain this time
To me it's all the same

Strings
Get your f*cking flags out my face
Pulled by

Strings
Tethered down
And the angels left the ground
And the shadows move behind

Look behind (nothing is clean)
All the time (all I can see)
Take a second to accommodate for all these things

As the gavel falls it will seal your fate

Judgement day
No sympathy is free