Stickman

I see if you're shooting blanks

out of emptiness
ain't nothing that he want to kill
maybe your time I guess

sit and spin the world and its flipside
and i listen backwards for meanings
'cause i'm a stickman


I trawl from memory
the stillest kind of life

sign after sign
we don't paint
it's the sharpest knife

project what's done so everyone can see
the severe yellow color reflects all
and i'm a stickman

frames they go
one by one
if i stood it up

you see i'm on the run
from some monster off screen
cue in suns

lonely makes me blue
envy turns me green


Hate might paint me red
if i load my magazine
but not just now when its easy to stay clean

no one knows when you're bleeding
and i'm a stickman
a stickman

I'm a stickman