Icarus The Owl Esophagus Lyrics

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I know they're just words
But they are my anchor when I need one
I can't grasp the metaphysical
Yet my mind speaks in metaphors
I know that your body is six feet underground

(But somewhere your words
Leave and converge)

Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands
Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them
Money, money, it's all they ever f___ing cared about
Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him

Trails of legacy for my mind to whimsically digest
I need someone to tell me rhetoric
To convince me that things are different
And I constantly chase my tail
And they spend their lifetime searching for rainbows

Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands
Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them
Money, money, it's all they ever f___ing cared about
Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him

Every time I slip up, I think if you did, too
How could you do this to a child?
Who am I supposed to love?
Do I have to pick like cards in a deck?
Were we the cards in your hand?

Operator, Operator, we've got a flat line on our hands
Call his family but not his sons, he never wants to speak to them
Money, money, it's all they ever f___ing cared about
Cancer, cancer will take his life but I'll remember him

I'll remember him (I'll remember him)
Chasing shadows everywhere

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