The Misfit Songtext
von Oneida

I bang the plane into the clouds
The tundra′s chactic surface
Drops beneath the spinning wheels of matter and of purpose
A misfit's empty presence drags me to the earth and matter
The sun that soaks my waking dream much sadder
Much sadder, much sadder


Alone among assembled souls
It′s later in the evening
Back on land and holding fast to poisons and their seasons
He interlaced his fingers from my spine between my ribs
Now I know that people die by telling themselves
Telling themselves fibs

Climb inside the cockpit and he's hanging on the wing
I look away, he slides inside, I sing, I sing, I sing
Floating in the air, our bodies still chained to my bed
I wander through the walls, I wonder if I'm dead
Down below I see my shadow slide across the lake
His hand is on my shoulder, squeezing ′til
Squeezing ′til it breaks