The Six Eighter - Piebald

Thank you for not giving me

Anything or not making

Me take anything at all

Or give me nothing

It’s just as simple as that

You always ask if us primates are sure

Conveniently confuse disease with the cure

And I don’t know why

Doubt is a part of believing

You ask why are they misbehaving

Well I don’t know why

Mistakes once or twice

Even when you deal with open eyes

Well it would be such a shame

To fall into the nothing or unnamed

Are the things that you want those you really need

Might try to stop you but I will not plead

And I don’t know why

The things that are against you will never rest

To rhyme is to complete so I’ll just say it’s confessed

Well I don’t know why

Yeah your head says

You are a luxury

It will convince you

Of what you need to believe

Are you standing

On solid ground

Or are your feet stuck

In the muck and the mud

There will still be mistakes once or twice

Even when you deal with open eyes

You can repeat only so much

Before you lose the sense of touch

Well it would be such a shame

To fall into the nothing or unnamed

You better get out while you can

Just to be the better man

You rush, I slow

We will not get to the middle but I know

I stop, you go

We will not meet in the center but I know