Kinex Kinex - Down Flight Lyrics

The world is a tough tube to raise
A song a myth that in oil stays
Life's a swindler cycling through milk
Broccoli's not my kind yet I advertise its ilk

In bed I set the rites define the creed
In slumber I see scoundrels in every deed
Ghosts in purple sheets a spectral weave
In the sky the shattered ozone I perceive

Even in discord melodies I find
In every falsehood a truth entwined

I've heard tell of a joke that slays all lies
Of cops who'd strike poets under open skies
Yet all I've seen are cowards craving fame
And mayonnaise drowning in quicksand's claim

Tired of this lavish life's relentless pace
Longing for love that isn't just a grace
Craving a vanilla shake with my cola cold
Wishing to laminate my heart make it bold