The Purest Wave of Positivity

Obsequious and tied to the mass of rolling cogs Operating every limb that you call upon Crinkling up the sea with your little motor boat Moored back into the arms of wet sand You don't know where you are Might've gone a little far Drop a beacon Let it simmer Let it pierce the air Positive that you'll swerve Past the barge and rotten surf Make your way to a waterside inlet Positivity crests only on the purest wave Use your energy to evade another tired tirade Insipidness is now Another plague that doesn't flounce At the mention of a major renovation What you hear is always split towards another hit or miss But it ends up as the same old stagnance You don't know if you'll go When things start to get slow Drop a beacon Let it simmer Let it pierce the air Positive that you'll swerve Past the barge and rotten surf Make your way to a waterside inlet Positivity crests only on the purest wave Use your energy to evade another tired tirade The needle's skipping over the record And all that's coming out is noise Pulsing out and scratching silver paint Stuck in a tepid sea Obsequious and tied to the mass of rolling cogs Operating every limb that you call upon Crinkling up the sea with your little motor boat Moored back into the arms of wet sand You don't know where you are Might've gone a little far Drop a beacon Let it simmer Let it pierce the air Positive that you'll swerve Past the barge and rotten surf Make your way to a waterside inlet Positivity crests only on the purest wave Use your energy to evade another tired tirade The needle's skipping over the record And all that's coming out is noise Pulsing out and scratching silver paint Stuck in a tepid sea