Game Peace

I speak well with weasels, keyholes to peak through
Feasible only to shrugs, pass go's and redo's
The last player piece left is that of a trinket. Simple, it isn't all gold vase and stinges
Tried to ring around the Rosie dose of holy ghosts from Saturn
Eyes sewn closed the other two never had em
Swiftly, navigating outer rims and trading posts. Teaming with remarkable outlaws and lady pose
Melt em down to rubbish when the trash is hugging treelines. RC car VCR faster on the rewind
Funny Lucifer is in the park with checkers
While Zeus is starting back on smoking dope and tagging spectrums
Strings tied to wrists hands up the animators plan
He can make her climb the fixture never really saved a dance
Bronze slipper, silver lining, gold plated everything
Holding extra cards, I'll never really tell my friends

Some say they were in action some say it was amazing
You never realized the faces on your Game Peace
Some say they're ever gazing
Finger puppets

I shook em one by one, stuck em to my thumbs. Played the part of tin man wandered in the dump
Basketeers are picking all the cherries leaving stumps
Catch em in the wind and take em back to where you're from
Haystack needle discovery threaded see through
Burnt past page villain hidden by the people
Merchants, certainly contemplating passer bys
Predicting the mantra pattern printed on the cattle hide
Design subsides within the realm of human nature. Don't let go all hold for useless placement
Two lines further than the first drawn in the sand. Few thieves bobble when walking by severed hands
Approach the thorax of emperor's headless lotus
Focused on the bogus front of the hocus pocus
Motives to let the dogs out, rabbit hats and cats in. All depending who's asking

Hey
Some say that they were tracking
Some say that they were tracing
You never realize the makings of your Game Peace
Some say it's ever changing
Think about it

I grew a new pair of legs, stepped in few directions
Reflective to the status of a channel's disconnection
Sessions of inventions had intensified collections
Decipher types of lessons heard when learning his profession
There were dolls riding lizards, spitting out their innards
Where the shaman read their trails to see the visions of a winter
Simpler form of sorcery was pitched amongst the wizards
Now the creatures are mopped upon the lowest group of features
Teasers, tip toe on pin cushion fantasies. Lurk between the dirt floor and unforgiving canopy
Dark room alluding to the mirrors and illusions
Polluted plugs are surging clearer use of his improvements
All dip diving they were calling out to industries. Littering the bright white knuckles with divinity
Rotting from the core directors turned it into endless scenes
Fill the air with toxins while the kids are breathing into dreams

Some say they were in action some say it was amazing
You never realized the faces on your Game Peace
Some say they're ever gazing