Twenty / Three

Translate for me, for me

The hieroglyphs that mark this road, this road this stone of dirty gold of bones

Code-less thrones

Throne-less kings

On soul-less sole-less shoes

Just load-less floating, open, coping, oh, I focus slow

But it’s only twenty to three

And I’m looking to see the sun

All I want is still free

I’m just living until its done

And I’m running on little sleep

And my memory’s pretty weak

But it’s only twenty to three

I’m just living until its done

Yeah I got a touch of the mad

Feel a brush on my back like

What’s that

Chilling with the dogs wrong pack

Long catch for a long shot

There are loads, love a long throw

Dodge shots from the long bow

Long quote, short aim

Wild route while they chose tame

While those chose same

While they chose sane

They must be deranged, change seek it

Pieces of all that are needed believe this, leave it with me

But it’s only twenty to three

And I’m looking to see the sun

All I want is still free

I’m just living until its done

And I’m running on little sleep

And my memory’s pretty weak

But it’s only twenty to three

I’m just living until its done

Yeah I got a touch of the mad

And I’m clutching to rags, I’m leaning on the edge of what I know

Yeah I got a touch of the mad, Leaning on the edge of what I know

Feel a brush on my back like