Market Forces - Flat Worms

Personality cult chambers

Showcase the peacock feathers

Honeymoon lighters walking the beaches

Painting the picture

Memory captures a butterfly net

Documents from the mundane

Selling you back yesterday

Like it was never yours to begin with

Why are you sitting there all alone?

Nobody near you, no one to hear you

Was it your mind that did deceive you?

Or was it market forces too?

Maybe it’s true

And now I’m waiting at the station

I’m feeling like an oddity

Wasting the commodity

I’m like a piece of the puzzle that’s lost in the living room

Yeah, I’m looking for a catapult

To escape the situation

But every time I thought I got out

I’m just shuffling in quicksand again

Why are you sitting there all alone?

Nobody near you, no one to hear you

Was it your mind that did deceive you?

Or was it market forces too?

Maybe it’s true

Why are you sitting there all alone?

Nobody near you, no one to hear you

Was it your mind that did deceive you?

Or was it market forces too?

Or was it market forces too?

Maybe it’s true