Kodak 5247, let me try again
3rd times the charm, lost original intent
Passed through valleys and mountains where realitys broken
and here it ends, least I pretend

Who knows, who knows, who knows man
What you see’s not what you get
I said what I said with no clue what's next
I rhyme for cheques that are never coming
Been humming in briefs, tonguing my teeth
Tugging your sleeves and retouching my dreams
Cutting room floor door flung wide
I'm inside, trying to piece back together my mind

What do you want? Who knows
What do I want? Who knows
What do we want? Who knows

Who knows, who knows?

The world is churning mud, not so fast
My scattered instincts in forges recast
I make art that’s infinite but won’t last
Been lost in backlit darks; need some contrast
"Oh, how dreadfully tedious this statement is.
In Middle Ages, life was interesting.
Every house had a goblin; each church had god."
Maybe people just knew where to start
But the big man didn’t create the final frontier
"Straight paths aren't the shortest here."
Ignore pencils down as we scribble past lines
Of physics and philosophy. What’s left is divine
I don’t feel that celestial inside
The corporal saw elysium, “we’ve got new designs.”
Like a spark to film stock, been musing on heaven
Kodak 5247, let me try again

What do I want? Who knows
What do you want? Who knows
What do we want? Who knows

Who knows?

I don't know what I want, but know I must create
Others want to get paid for each breath they take
Everything I’ve made has been a glorious mistake
Wade through bullshit to find my next frame
There’s no way back the way you came
With nuts and rags, we'll find our way
First step, one closer to the second
Kodak 5247, let me try that one again
Let me try that one again
Let me try that one again