Glen Beige

Demonic or televangelical
The shadow of your shadow song
You're buoyant or you're in the tidal flow
Of cortisol
You won the raffle
They're fully formed
Clutching the license
For the formless collapse of cards
Grinning the sinister operation
I'm 44
Like I'm inaudible
I've fallen short
I'm hyperbole
Uncurable
Imma get cannoned for
The pleasure of having another one
Your cousin called
He's in the shadows of the
Purposeful forfeiturе
Grinning the sinister operation
I'm gulliblе
I'll believe what you want
I'm moldable
The shape of dirt
You bought a car
And let me ride along
You play your song
And sing it all wrong

I'm content to hold
Like I didn't know that I could let go
I've been feeling bold
Like I didn't know that I could cower
I'm all up in arms
I'm already gone
The shape of dirt