Текст Girlpool – Josephs Dad

Pouring out the plastic paint
Thought my hands were full of clay
Now I’m drinking 7-up
Joseph’s dad’s a ladies man

Stay inside ignore all that motion
Build some stranger in my mind
Giving context to a still life

Take the picture and blackout
I know I’m higher in the cloud
The irony of how I die
When I shut my eyes too tight

There’s a wall within that forward motion
Makes me lonely-rational
Molding nonsense from a cycle