These are the lyrics as I hear them (I'm not entirely sure, and there are some sections where it's really tough to understand, but at least they might be closer):
Oh we are nothing but what I always leave behind,
Withering into the sun,
Sighed for the nearest hummingbird on a wire,
Eying the cloth of the sun
Yes, we are nothing but what I always leave behind,
Just collect your poetries and incantations in a bullet for the rhyme,
I haven't read them, I will not read them,
For they dwell too much on signs,
Thus, the desert deserts the eye
I left this bullwhip by the nightstand,
And Julliard was a thousand miles of gold,
Where you gonna run when the clouds break?
And the sun peeks his eye with attitude and rises upon the lost,
Feeling in the pain of ages rocks
That signifies I am that petrifies in rolling shit that we all left behind,
And in the prominent white pages rocking the pain of ages,
Looking at your graceless depictions of light,
Though when there's nothing left to read,
There shall be nothing left to write,
And that's when I head on bored and lost
I left this bullwhip by the nightstand,
And Julliard, you were a thousand miles of gold when you said it drops,
Are you feeling it, the pain of ages rocks,
Feeling in the pain of ages rocks
These are the lyrics as I hear them (I'm not entirely sure, and there are some sections where it's really tough to understand, but at least they might be closer):
Oh we are nothing but what I always leave behind, Withering into the sun, Sighed for the nearest hummingbird on a wire, Eying the cloth of the sun
Yes, we are nothing but what I always leave behind, Just collect your poetries and incantations in a bullet for the rhyme, I haven't read them, I will not read them, For they dwell too much on signs, Thus, the desert deserts the eye
I left this bullwhip by the nightstand, And Julliard was a thousand miles of gold, Where you gonna run when the clouds break? And the sun peeks his eye with attitude and rises upon the lost, Feeling in the pain of ages rocks
That signifies I am that petrifies in rolling shit that we all left behind, And in the prominent white pages rocking the pain of ages, Looking at your graceless depictions of light, Though when there's nothing left to read, There shall be nothing left to write, And that's when I head on bored and lost
I left this bullwhip by the nightstand, And Julliard, you were a thousand miles of gold when you said it drops, Are you feeling it, the pain of ages rocks, Feeling in the pain of ages rocks
All alone they see Oh, the rain's got to fall