the animals

i was never really in the deal

muggy air escapes the seal

i'm hopeless when i try to feel

and the animals are buying

the leaking cup is never full

half is enough to help me pull

but hell it iches me like wool

and the animals are dining

and i rip the tree from its root

for it will only bear my fruit

when i sail away within a suit

and the animals are whining

i'm discreetly resting in the sand

my expenditures are always grand

i'm taking off and i'm not manned

and the animals are hiding

the glass floor helps me see my fault

my conscience rules me by default

my icy path without the salt

and the animals are trying

in the black hole i can see the light

i don't exist to do what's right

the intentions clip my wings of flight

and the animals are lying

i'll rip my body limb from limb

these imperfections i will always trim

my foggy eyes are never dim

and the animals are frying

i'm anything but everything

defeated and yet still i sing

it's not the same as ranting

and the animals are crying

i've been first and i've been last

my expired role will be recast

now set the sails i'll run the mast

and the animals are dying

i'm sure they all went buying

and i know they loved the dining

but they never would stop whining

and i found them in their hiding

but at least they all were trying

it didn't help that they were lying

for all together they are frying

i'm the reason they are crying

and i won't help them when they're dying.