Cattail Soup Lyrics

Time to go up

No one said not to

So when the stuff hits the floor, you won't know who you have gotten to

And when the mind opens doors, you won't know who you've went through

Dancing at night, swinging in circles, smelling some pheramones registered in my head.

Seeing the light, making the days go wooping around the bed

You'll be doing the same

Until 3 am

You'll be doing the same

Until 3 am

Mostly saved what you've found now

The time is coming it's to be round

Pull out smiles from your other den

And bask in glory days who've ended

Like a wind from the southeast

My concious mind is still awake

Go to sleep to sleep again

And set your brain's oven on to bake

Hoist that smile unto the mast

Cats hold violence to be last

The teeth will each show at least one

And one means really means it's done!

Headache yearning but I'm learning

Again, just how to deal with them

The streaks of blood that splatter on

The times in history soon yet gone