Wooden Playset Video (MV)

I was locked onto promises
Hypothesizing I could bond with a prophetess and crawl
To far beyond incompetence and lawlessness
But I was wrong, cuz I'm always wrong
I didn't understand that I could pay to see the face of the begotten in a slice of toast
But what I missed the most was the revelation
I could see a screen but I could never change the station
Imagine my elation when I found a remote place to fantasize I could control the world around me
I didn't need to be grounded
I had rubber boots and linen for a base and I could taste the blandness
I ran from my afflictions because they seemed to get me somewhere else
I never relished the idea that I could use them to my advantage
I could already see the damage from before
So nevermore is what I said, and never nodded off again
I could read a novel but the novum is always in the apostrophes and commas
So never mind is what I read, and every time I tried to rise again I felt another layer to my eyes start to grow
The ebb and flow of it
The sickness and rickety upright accompaniment is nearly always to my detriment
And so the detritus in this is my perception of the end of it which isn't always easy to see
By looking at it so I try to look beyond and then again it's already gone and so I give up

And so the detritus in this is my perception of the end of it which isn't always easy
To see by looking at it and I give up

I give up
And so the splinters from the slide always make me go inside and find a better way to spend the afternoon