Tiny Caterpillar by A Man and His Keys

Pre-final draft of the lyrics to my soon-to-be chart-topping song.  If all goes well, I may have a video up soon.  However, for now--call it technical difficulties or divine mercy--you will be spared.


Great majestic turtles from the sea
Burying what yet has come to be
The future sits within the realm of faith
Forget your futility
Don't dwell on probabilities
Take your daily pill and be OK

Listless little sheep among your flock
Don't forget that you are on the clock
Your job may be to sleep and graze and shit
In life, remain oblivious
And never be lascivious
Just try to make the most out of it

Cannonball cannibals
On Adderoll and panic pills
And silky moths that come when you're in bed
That flutter in florescent green
And fly around effortlessly
So maybe you can sleep when you are dead

Tiny caterpillar in a tree
Think not of what you may one day be
For though it may come off as sounding crude
Your life is much simpler now
You may not make it anyhow
At any moment you could be bird food.