ANTI-TYPICAL

Blood shot, hands are nailed to it, can't think, got to move through it.
This death, all will hinge on it, the world is balanced on a single choice now.
You, take the seed, start the breed, while you bleed.  

Spit on the brow, like a criminal, you have thoughts beyond stars in a pool of time,
All the power of the Lord in a ceaseless rhyme, you shoot shots in the dark, hit the healing'  blind.
Yeah, so anti-typical.   

(Perfect, expert, spotless, blameless)
Know the danger, feel the anger, they don't know it, everything will change
Perfect love, perfect love, now has died

Too many times we thought we were higher.

First light, sealed the world with a ring that bride couldn't ever understand till he,
Opened up the can with a breath that you breathed when it first began
You, stir the wind, in the end, you'll descend

Back from the dead, everything is yours, in the deep beyond blue are the tales of old
Writin' stories on the earth like a rush for gold, move into the sheep loving uncontrolled
Yeah, so Anti-typical

Lost now, never would have drank your love 
'Till you opened up my mouth, let me taste the dove.
I know the freedom in the hollow of shimmering blood. 
It's like a bow-bow-chikawa red fire drug.
Pottery, pottery, everything I need is molded from your hand.
The clay has never-been-so pliable, viable, susceptible 
To all persuasive groan-tones from your throne.

(Perfect, Expert, Spotless, blameless)
You have moved me like no one ever has
And your beauty is like a field within my mind