Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Some lyrics from “The Outerings” by Madhatter

"its time to ask answers,
Why questions always seem out of tune?
and why needle head rockets are friends
tell me they're trips to the moon
where exactly is this place?
and why you have to leave so soon
why we love to hate this place
while the dying sun melts the afternoon

synthesize plastic film eyes,
the last snow bearing down on us
but we try to split time waves,
memories take their turns to rust
and my expanding melodies
are still dodging my caffeine addict thrusts
I’m breathing out shiver clouds, wrapped in glass shrouds
I'm the fool that I entrust
and the others are halfway home by now
I’m the fool I entrust

and its time to ask old questions
why the answers were never cloned in perfect tune
and why phosphoric morning star friends
never found their back to the womb
what exactly is this wasted space
and why we’ve never seen red leaves in June
why we love to hate this place
while the dying sun melts the afternoon”


sorry just enjoying old music