As your sharpen your knife,
leave the hopes in the background,
leave the stage prep for the pros,
warm lighting for the encore scene.
As you sharpen your knife,
I write another number on the wall,
choose the faith of another sinner,
as the eagle raises and the plants open up,
rub it real close together, while they watch.
Astonish the aesthetics,
monuments for ideals not prostetics,
ignite the lotion on the palms,
as we rewrite the wires,
astonish the aesthetics,
they love the pastel shades
of pink and red, astonish the aesthetics,
no numbers left in this show for the poetics
way of expressing, how it all goes to shhh,
manifesting perfect beginnings, with perfect endings,
Ah Ah Ah astonish the aesthetics.
it might as well be all genetics,
pristine bases make up for the gods
living earth on heaven,
as you sharpen your knife,
judge a little hard, judge a little even
when you might understand it,
judge a little hard, its a driven
heart, passion among the stars,
as you sharpen your knife,
judge a little hard, count to eleven,
reasons to release the harp,
judge a little hard, no one is here again for ever.
as you sharpen your knifes
I conquered the above and undergrounds,
no metaphors here left for you,
no memories instigating in dullness,
no causes or effect no chemistry,
no gain or pain, from the history that fades
away, as you sharpen your knifes, smile at the sky.
