Lyrics Big Mood (feat. Joey Lancaster) - Pulses.

The weather of my mind is cloudy
It's a lousy moment in time
(A thousand yard stare, I am here nor there)
Can't we sit and chat a while
You always brought out my shine
(Blissfully unaware, demon pay my fare)

I was never meant to wax poetic
Melting, dripping, so pathetic
Sentenced from a sentence built on lies
Adjusted to the dark and paralyzed
I was never meant to wax poetic
Melting, dripping, so pathetic
Sentenced from a sentence built on lies
Adjusted to the dark and paralyzed

Gifted with a sense of
Twisted dis-
Voices in my head
I need a new friend
Coursing through my veins
Amidst the tort-
Victim of a hit
Spit the blood and quit
Churning stomach
Filled to brim with this
I just want an out
Burning up with doubt
Yell and scream and shout
Water for the drought
Ahh yeah

Living under the microscope
Tied up with velvet rope
Release the bindings of the mind
Leave this fragile mood behind

The weather of my mind is cloudy
It's a lousy moment in time
(A thousand yard stare, I am here nor there)
Can't we sit and chat a while
You always brought out my shine
(Blissfully unaware, demon pay my fare)

I was never meant to wax poetic
Melting, dripping, so pathetic
Sentenced from a sentence built on lies
Adjusted to the dark and paralyzed
I was never meant to wax poetic
Melting, dripping, so pathetic
Sentenced from a sentence built on lies
Adjusted to the dark and paralyzed

I'd be in my right mind
But at the wrong time
Up at the crack of dawn
My bags are packed and I'm gone

On the down side of so-so
Saying what I don't know
Sanity's a no show
Cracks in my halo

The weather of my mind is cloudy
It's a lousy moment in time
(A thousand yard stare, I am here nor there)
Can't we sit and chat a while
You always brought out my shine
(Blissfully unaware, demon pay my fare)

I was never meant to wax poetic
Melting, dripping, so pathetic
Sentenced from a sentence built on lies
Adjusted to the dark and paralyzed
Inner voice says to lay low
But the tone won't change though
Wouldn't want to let the mange grow
Leaky faucet with a lame flow
I was never meant to wax poetic
Melting, dripping, so pathetic
Sentenced from a sentence built on lies
Adjusted to the dark and paralyzed
Inner voice says to lay low
But the tone won't change though
Wouldn't want to let the mange grow
Leaky faucet with a lame flow