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​Can't Wait

This song is by Dark Time Sunshine and appears on the album ANX (2012).

Seattle, Illinois, Chicago, Washington, good day!
We believe it's time to give it a go, I think you know the way.
That means of all it do, don't ever compare us to
That law on ferass we ran about, they gave into you.
That day is most of the coast to coast international,
Boasting fulls, the intellectuals don't know these dudes.
Who settle to serve others, suppose they're valets,
All day they're room service, quite do that ballet.
Instead we influence all these words that will never come to pass,
You know that once they thought you ought you better think fast.
Before you interact can take that leap of faith, fella',
Before you're under the medication, remain mellow.
Before it starts pumping and hit that reset button,
We hope to give you something that means something, that lasts dozen.
So said it and soak it and poke it and provoke it after.
Ran at it, is just the crib, we'll be till the coffin's dropping.

I don't think you will fully understand it,
The vessel has already landed, so we won't complain it.
Control ourselves this time around to make you comfortable,
Step off the crowd to shake your hand, we need to refill our feel.
And yes, this process is follow with you,
It's all of you, it begins with you and ends with you.
Pretends with you it becomes true special or none,
Reality or a dreamscape, both off the none.

Free Jesus pieces, release the demons,
Good brief, I'm speechless,
Stay the same to the sequence.
Never know ordinary archer,
In dark time shushed on a bored chore,
Giving to this peer pressure we're gold,
Each bar was cold, every item assault, time put on hold.
Those things you been told 'em really serious,
You scared us all, investigate Alex's wardrobe and thus fold.
You got no one to hold 'em, all of those forces,
Are not horses, they're portions,
They orphan, always obeding a family,
Adoring the worship.
Chop to those trouble waters, defying the pilot's ordonants.
So change coordinates, you need a new direction,
You're competent, lad, you swore for doll invention.
My cross boats roll like mister slow flow,
Blow up to the bridges, here we go, so here's a little more.

I don't think you will fully understand it,
The vessel has already landed, so we won't complain it.
Control ourselves this time around to make you comfortable,
Step off the crowd to shake your hand, we need to refill our feel.
And yes, this process is follow with you,
It's all of you, it begins with you and ends with you.
Pretends with you it becomes true special or none,
Reality or a dreamscape, both off the none.