Testo Pareidolia

Pareidolia, tell me what you see
Envisioned you lying in the debris
Heaviness makes a place in the middle of your eye
Counting the faces you see in the sky
Counting the faces you see in the sky

Come on, cowboy, pick up the pace
I'm not a cowboy, whatever it takes This coyote's been walking against the wind
Only for the fat and burnt ends
Only for the fat and burnt ends

Family heirlooms sittin' in the grass
Talking about money and switching to flats
Carpeted bathrooms and vinyl floors
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruеl joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruеl joke is all we can afford
I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford

Pareidolia, tell me what you see
Envisioned you lying in the debris
Envisioned you lying in the debris I envisioned you dying in the debris