Imaginal Disc by The Pica Beats Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I had an image of myself among the dry leaves
A great ship, on the bones of a dead sea
I walked slow, I didn't care about the distance
And drown there, on the path of least resistance

I wonder now if I'm the [?] the dry leaves
Stay cool, and rebound when the stone bleeds
I can't evolve but I can [?] evolution
Oh, the mirage of the desiccated face of God

[Chorus]
Sing your last sharp
Don't even think about it
We're on the goal line
With our imaginal disc

And oh man, we're a dying breed
We've got everything that we need, now
Still got that urge built to seek and destroy
A corner thief with a child's toy, but
I'm not cynical (Ooh, ooh)
I swear I'm not cynical (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2]
I had a vision of the demon on the cliffside
Cracked skulls, but I considered him a good guy
I guess he knew that every rock fall would cut deep
Rein it in, just before that big sleep

I spent a day watching that beast patrol the tree line
Time it right, be ready for that big climb
My footsteps crack heavy on the fell path
The sun dips, I sleep among the scarlet [?]

[Chorus]
Sing your last sharp
Don't even think about it
We're on the goal line
With our imaginal disc

And oh man, we're a dying breed
We've got everything that we need, now
Still got that urge built to seek and destroy
A corner thief with a child's toy, but

I'm not cynical (Ooh, ooh)
I swear I'm not cynical (Ooh, ooh)
I'm not, not cynical (Ooh, ooh)
I swear I'm not, not cynical (Ooh, ooh)
[Outro]
And how strange, to be in the fire
Without a soul and without desire
How serene, to live the cloud
A hundred feet above the merchants of doubt

Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah