Altered States

Bush

Living in a cage washing in a bird bath 
Sinking in a fishbowl on a broken farm 
I try to never lie I really do 
I wonder if my friends will get me through 
Conscious of the way as best we can 
17 ways to kill a man 
States we've been through 
Killing nostalgia for future swims 
Trash all your bridges 
Kill the rock and roll thing 
I want to move on with no complaints 
Building our walls with yesterday 
Might as well shine before you slide 
Might as well live before you die 
States we've been through 
A whole lot of emptiness 
Living in a state of constant changing 
A river of flux for our tasting 
I try to never lie I really do 
I wonder if my friends will get me through 
It always seems to rain when you leave 
I try to stem the flow as we bleed 
States we've been through