Vacation

I was compressed into a pixel Reifications right up the road, my dear It's hot as hell, licking my elbow But you know I sing like a bird, my love, the cage Oh, what, oh, what the hell can I say? Syn-syn-syncopate the way it turned out Syn-syn-syncopate the way, it, the— I syncopate the way it turned out Resolute with God on my side, I synthesized No, no, I can tell the impasse is real There's no need to find the key No, no, I can tell the impasse is real There's no hand in this world that can cure The peace of mind to render slowly Was dulling my sense of time and urgency To reify was still my goal But I don't rush the long haul, babe, babe, babe Oh, no, I can tell No hand in this world, no hand in this world Oh, no, I can tell No hand in this world, no hand in this world Oh, no, I can tell the impasse is real There's no need to find the key No, no, I can tell the impasse is real There's no hand in this world that can cure me