Juxtaposition
We're losers on a mission
And we're bearing our own cross.
We're not magicians
We can't do resurrections
We're no Doctor Orpheus.

It's systematic
The way we feed the habit
Before we come to rest our heads.
Flashing lights and storylines
Keep us tucked up safe in bed.

Are you there, God?
It's me, Dean.
Swinging a sword made out of cardboard
Projecting monsters on steam
Singing out "Go..."

No walking eye or torrid guys Mike
Are gonna ruin my audition
My butterflies have up and died
I migrated out of season.
From 24 to 21
I've got a pain in my phantom limb
I can't believe that bitch stole my stanza
And left me in a lake of acid, oh,

Man, I would astral project
But I'm not magic
It's like I died fifteen deaths
Finding Johnny Quest
Who's now living the life aquatic
Singing out "Go, Team Venture!"
"Go, Team Venture!"

Like Henry Allen Venture
I'm keeping my hands around my throat
Tying my personal pirates in slip knots
With no Brock to burn their boat.
Trying to find my quiz boy hero,
Forever looking to earn my wings
Telling stories like Doc and Jackson
Of my heroes and their failings.

I've got no bodyguard.
No Swedish murder machine
No fancy two-way-communicator watch
To record my hopes and dreams...

Are you there, God?
It's me, Dean.
Swinging a sword made out of cardboard
Projecting monsters on steam
Singing out

"Go, Team Venture!" (It's wicked bad out there)
"Go, Team Venture!" (It's wicked bad out there)
"Go, Team Venture!" (It's wicked bad out there)
"Go, Team Venture!" (It's wicked bad out there)


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