Perfect Polygraph

Woke-up, fairly quiet, in a rancor mood Internally a riot with an open wound Easy I could tell by a sinister laugh Your cold embrace was the perfect polygraph Just a tumbleweed, I’ll be blowing along Playing MP3s like they’re marching songs Never looking back ‘cause my pride is strong Savior from a sack, packing 3 foot bongs Greeted with a slap when she hunts me down Never to collapse, I’ll resist her sound Controlling only works when you’re gagged and bound But baby I’ll be waving when I watch you drowned Woke-up, fairly quiet, in a festive mood Internally was silent with a healing wound Easy you could tell by a fraudulent laugh My cold embrace was the perfect polygraph