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Swimming in a snifter, pretty as a pictureDon't get it twisted, man, her bite is a bitchYou can name, you can keep herYou never can take the fight out a fishChompin' at the drill bit, never one to still sityou can test my metalwith a magnet and some tin snipsInk test, all I see is canines and some wing tipsPilot pen in pocket, I'm riding instinct and inkjetsAround here we don't like talk of big dreamsto stand out is a pride, a conceitTo aim high is to make waves, to split seamsbut that's not what it seems like to me, causeI wanna try, I wanna riskI don't wanna walk, rather swing and missI'm not above apologies,but I don't ask permissiongot a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in 'emCHORUSZeno's arrow never hits the markIt's always hanging there over its shadow,Songtextesafe from battle, waste of archer's time and trouble,waste of effort, waste of partsIf you don't aim for the centerit's a waste of the artI didn't come looking for loveI didn't come to pick a fightI didn't come to wave or take pictures,pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken fingerWon't extend my wings to be clippedI know the culture here is to stay humble, but shit,if we all go round bowed heads, button-lippedif none of us go for the bell, then who is?My mother says I've loved too many men, but I took and left something in every single bedThe rook can look left, right- just turns his headbut the knight might rise up, investigate the gridGender, genre- guess I'm on one, bent bothJust the constructs of the old word gone broke Women, children, let me tell youI've been both and it's a myth-we all swim for the life boatsI didn't come looking for loveI didn't come to pick a fightI come here every night to workand you can grab an axe, man,or you can step asideCHORUSSelf-taught, self-made, bet, self-styledself saw, self came, self took island of convertsToo conquer is old school,we march 'em in converse just armed with their own toolsWhile my knees still flex,while my joints hold steadymind sharp, spine straight, Chucks laced, readyI travel by kite, travel light, at touch downI swallow the dice, I make my own luck nowZeno's arrow never hits the markIt's always hanging there over its own shadow in the darkits own shadow in the dark... Aus Songtexte Mania