Mason Vail - Drunken Literature Lyrics

Rarity sightings of a mind free of writing
Scribbles and scrobbles constantly colliding
The pen moves too quickly writing thin yet still thick
As another page falls and blows in with the wind
The flood of the ink and the village of mind
Leaves a lost for word lunatic to drown as he writes
Mental affliction and circular cycles
The pen writes a reason to swallow the capsule

But what is right what is wrong
Woah
You always change your mind
Reluctantly in line
But when you ask yourself if you try
Woah
You couldn't change your mind
You're never feelin' fine
Woah oh oh oh oh

Tell me if you see complexity in your insobriety
And tell me if you breathe in the melodies
Your melodies

Ideas are floating on a large crowd of people's hands
Watching the innocent, watching the lovers dance
They throw up an answer to your unwanted questions
Redundant and stressful like a dopamine detachment
The pen swerves out of line with the lettering intertwined
Unravelling, unrolling into a ridiculed reprise
Enforcers enforce, freelancers free
Looking for the answer to know what we'll be

But what is right what is wrong
Woah
You always change your mind
Reluctantly in line
But when you ask yourself if you try
Woah
You couldn't change your mind
You're never feelin' fine
Woah oh oh oh oh

Tell me if you see complexity in your insobriety
And tell me if you breathe in the melodies
Your melodies

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Da da duh uh oo oo