Gypsy Major

(Likening the lightning to the mishap of those misfits And you ruminate and ya contemplate the sightings of the missing While you talk about the takings with your likeness that'll listen Yet a feeling you've conceived of deep inside won't let you miss them Although the people losing their life savings by omission Through deliverance to somewhere by a someone thru a listing Lost their loved ones and possessions due to a series of misgivings Most of them were taken somewhere due to warranted opinions Like lightning doesn't strike by calculations or proceedings Losing people who aren't needed is important despite grievings And power up above will blow everything to pieces Just like lightning from above the takings placate all your reasons) Steal their bodies back Inside a casket in the sand Listen to the sorrow Like a casket in your hand Steal their bodies back Inside a casket in the sand Listen to the sorrow Like a casket in your hand (Never go where you might know Never know where you might go Never feed the hand that bleed Never take the weigh that feeds) (Wonder at their lost location and see absent positions Yer barking at the vacant streets and at the moon yer hissing Travel into havens for some safe secure provisions Trap inside the cellphone towers, radiate positions Tracking on a broadband wire, sealing intuitions Hear real sinewave signal sight radioing locations Feel it closing in, a gang of large local physicians Were you feeding into the feelings of the large and loft patricians When they told you there was nothing worth inquiring inquisition? Did you manage to believe that with the magnitude of missing?) Steal their bodies back Inside a casket in the sand Listen to the sorrow Like a casket in your hand Steal their bodies back Inside a casket in the sand Listen to the sorrow Like a casket in your hand