Blessings (feat. Mike Groves)

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And I remember the best things and count my blessings
Stick my head in the sand 'cause I like to be kept guessing
When they pull a curtain 'cross the sun I'll remember these well learned lessons, sessions, confessions
Of puppy dogs and guns, like picking up flowers to get your hands stung
The suns dead, dig your grave, get un-twisted
We'll remember the best things and count our blessings

Yes yes, my friends
Welcome to the abyss
They call it that 'cause it doesn't get much lower than this
Welcome to the world of oh no's and what if's
The difference between you and I was our motives
Take the charms we like to call votives
And meet at temples to see who can the most give
To Gods
Unless they Come down on us heavy as rocks and we stop the clocks
'Till time makes a way back into our lives we strive to appease the divine 
But one mans taboo is another mans shrine
So I leave all that's yours and leave all that's mine
And resign myself to all things benign 
We'll talk when the abyss it self decides to rise
My friends
Our gods will marry the days or differences died

And I remember the best things and count my blessings
Stick my head in the sand 'cause I like to be kept guessing
When they pull a curtain 'cross the sun I'll remember these well learned lessons, sessions, confessions
Of Google Earth and guns, like picking up flowers to get your hands stung
The suns dead, dig your grave, get un-twisted
We'll remember the best things and count our blessings

Where the air is clear I take a deep breath and appreciate every man is a bi-product of his own inner landscape
A world we make and unmake
A snapshot I take and make it a portrait
A keep sake
A structured memory made appropriate in some ideal state we celebrate 
We laugh at sins, seek signs and things we analyze we revise we drink we sing
Bringing the Gods mediocre with them untamed theatrics 
Make their students feel alive with an act of stale dramatics
But let us please not be amused by their aided hat tricks 

And I remember the best things and count my blessings
Stick my head in the sand 'cause I like to be kept guessing
When they pull curtains 'cross the sun
I'll remember these well learned lessons, sessions, confessions
Of balloons and guns, like picking up flowers to get your hands stung
The suns dead, dig your grave, get un-twisted
We'll remember the best things and count our blessings

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