Linea 77 - Potato Music Machine lyrics

I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was

So you can put me to your ear and actually hear yesteryear's ocean

I was in shape then

A much better built body of water with infinite waves and fathomless depths

Where you could have deep sea fishing for compliments

And caught plentiful schools of reassuring comments

Now all you get is the boot

You fell for the bait and got hooked on what you thought I was

Now we're both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds

Where we breathe the same air, it's just done differently

And I'm tryin to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your element

Compromising intelligence

I dabbled in watered down thoughts that filtered in from the main stream

I'm offering mind altering ideas that make the most quiet natured brain scream

from exposure to the types of things that won't necessarily make you happier

They'll just give you a greater range of emotions

And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of ??

Where people think they're as safe as cartoons simply because they speak in bubbles

A sanitized safe-haven where you could face Satan and have his faith straightened

His new goal would be to dethrone Poseidon and have Neptune's place taken

They'd swashbuckle with their pitchforks

While Lucifer shit talks and rips forts of coral reef

For relief they be like "bitch walk"

From this oversized aquarium that daddy kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees

Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparences

And posting them to the glass boundaries that surround the seas of change

Strangely enough, while bringing back the real

I could sense intense resistance so I had no other choice but to cut the line

I'm not saying you're overly naive

I just think you should get into the habit of seeing when strings are attached

Fortunate for you I'm compassionate enough to throw back what I catch

If it's underdeveloped and needs time to grow

Though I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you

And I want to kiss your lips better

I sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar

of my own traumatic experience with my excommunicated tongue

Say I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts too much to talk

I've been there; I don't plan on returning cause

No matter how much distance I kept or how long I waited for my wounds to heal

They'd re-open with the slightest flashback

So I sued time for malpractice

That bastard's a hack with a rusty scalpel and barbed-wire stitch thread

Instead of seeing things clearly, they're pitched red

And there's this glitch in my head that's got me thinking contradictions, it said:

"There are more fish in the sea

Whether you hear me not or you listen to me

Whether you listen to me or hear me not

There are more microorganisms in my teardrop"

But fear not, I'd never sink as low as to make my ears pop

And I imagine now you only want to swim with members of your own league

And you don't need me meddling, sending sonar signals

High pitched notes are symbols, my voice has grown far

But ripples are only caused when you cast stones

But you shouldn't throw rocks if you live in fragile fairytales

[Girl:] "This really means something to me; I'll always treasure it as a token"

[Guy:] "No you won't, cause this is for the girl who loves me

The girl who cares about me for who I am, not what I look like

I just wanted you to know you'd be missing

You think I don't appreciate art, you think I don't understand fashion

You think I'm not "hip", you think I'm pathetic

A nerd, a lard-ass, fatso, you think I'm shit

Well you're wrong, cause I'm champagne

And you're shit, until the day you die

You, not me, will always be shit"