Текст песни I'm Heading Out (Of My Mind) - Dan Bull

I'm Heading Out (Of My Mind)

Sunshine sinks down
The shadows grow longer
Everybody else in your house is aslumber
«But how can you slumber
Drowned in the somber
Assumptions they’ll put upon you?»
Insomnia!
Is it any wonder your mind might wander
Out to the yonder and down to the wonders
Under the surface submerged subconscious
The pure blue sea’s now a vile brown umber
While everyone else was deep asleep
Without a peep, at peace
You’re doubtless deep beneath
Your outer shell
You freak, you creep
Surrounded, steeped in deep unease
You’re bound to be bullied
Feeling a feeling not even found in the foulest fever dream
Our self-esteem depletes and we allow the leak to seep
Into the ground beneath our feet until our trousers need a clean
And only now you’ve been demeaned so well that hell’s a sweet relief
You might as well release the beast
Turn the lights out now, turn the lights out
(I'm heading out of my mind)
Burn the lighthouse down, burn the lighthouse
(What fresh hell can I find?)
Now it’s dark inside and it’s dark out
(We're out of moonshine)
And I’m, I’m, I’m
Heading out of my mind
Deep down, down below the waves
I know a place, it’s a dive, you can go behave
So depraved
Your welcomes never overstayed
It’s forever open late
Lower your gaze at the abyss enough
And it’ll show mermaids
Bioluminescent creatures with a kind of human essence
Features and expressions, too repressive to believe
There’s some monsters squatting in your subconscious, bottled in
An obnoxious lockbox I’ve unlocked, just watch
I’ve got them hooked now come up
You can look but don’t touch
(Shhh…)
Beneath the deep blue quiet
I’m trying out a sea food diet
Eaten each and every sea food
See, I didn’t die yet
Am I out of my mind?
There’s not a doubt in my mind
How the hell else could I rhyme so well without trying?
Sounds about right
«Proud of our pride like elderly lions
A fall is forecast»
Behind a prow without light
Your foremast will fall fast
Turn the lights out now, turn the lights out
(I'm heading out of my mind)
Burn the lighthouse down, burn the lighthouse
(What fresh hell can I find?)
Now it’s dark inside and it’s dark out
(We're out of moonshine)
And I’m, I’m, I’m
Heading out of my mind
Are you fishing for compliments?
Is it lifting your confidence?
Or is it a consequence of particularly difficult current events?
I can easily see you’re a people pleaser
It’s a form of defense
You’re eager to please so please for once
Come off from on the fence
This is a ham-fisted attempt to prevent the strands
Twisting again
The hourglass is flipped
The sand’s shifting again
Cast adrift, asterisk
That’s the risk that if you catch a quick
Glance of a basilisk’s business end
You’ll never have that vision again
This is the stuff that’s found in dusty dirty corners
Or that trawlers haul from under mucky murky waters
Best be cautious lest we cause a storm and call up deathly forces
And prematurely switch from rarely poor kids to corpses
Turn the lights out now, turn the lights out
(I'm heading out of my mind)
Burn the lighthouse down, burn the lighthouse
(What fresh hell can I find?)
Now it’s dark inside and it’s dark out
(We're out of moonshine)
And I’m, I’m, I’m
Heading out of my mind
I’m on a seaweed diet
I see weed, buy it
'Til I’m feeling high enough
To really fly
Up to the bleeding sky
And then I release ire
That’s just me being vile, look
See, we dial up the vileness, nihilist
Gaslight anybody we sealion
Have you questioning your memories from three weeks prior
'Til you’re knee deep mired in the freezing fire
Of a mind that isn’t fine as if it’s Tyson in his prime
With a tiger in his eye
The survivors will be dying
And if it’s dark in the skies and if it’s dark down there
If you’re afraid of blood can a shark smell fear?
Turn the lights out now, turn the lights out
(I'm heading out of my mind)
Burn the lighthouse down, burn the lighthouse
(What fresh hell can I find?)
Now it’s dark inside and it’s dark out
(We're out of moonshine)
And I’m, I’m, I’m
Heading out of my mind
Sudden visions: hooded figures
Stood amid the bloody rivers
Your blubber quivers 'cause it’s unequivocally vicious
Every colored fish is a chromatic aberration
An abomination straight from the book of revelations
It’s quiet on the surface 'til the leviathan emerges
To remind us life is worthless if deprived of higher purpose
Kind of like a Bible verse cut up, divided by the merchants
Or the Viking heathens breaking immersion by breaking Mercians
While trading with they Byzantine Empire and Ancient Persians
«Wanna buy a perch?» I says
When a buyer purchases bile purges
As I alert you to vile urges of fire
Churches defiled virtues
Expired milk carton
Missing child searches
How atrocious
Listen to wild dirges
As your entire perfect life lurches
Dredging through drudgery and dread
Diverging as you dive urgently inside your fervent mind
You’ll lie asleep in the seabed
Turn the lights out now, turn the lights out
(I'm heading out of my mind)
Burn the lighthouse down, burn the lighthouse
(What fresh hell can I find?)
Now it’s dark inside and it’s dark out
(We're out of moonshine)
And I’m, I’m, I’m
Heading out of my mind
Seaweed every day