Supply, Demand by Final Perigee

heart racin,
crows chasin',
bad omen,
death agent
that kickback
that stickup
won't bring back
won't give up
playin' telephone
with an imaginary friend
keep it down low,
don't want your childhood to end
growin' up 'cause,
that's all you've ever known
throwin' down for everyone you depend upon
jumpin' to the conclusion the walls'll break, the illusion, the conversation confusion will alter, wait...
calculate a percentage to falter waiting for penance, you'll never pray at an altar to compensate.
take now it down a notch, sit it down and watch,
all the blood, sweat, tears, dreams, taste good 'til you waste it
fake 'til you make, fuck up the brakes, then
skid into ditches and suck up your face.

(chorus)
come a time when you're old
you'll finally understand
that everyone is supplied
and you're not in demand
come a time when you're old
you'll finally understand
you'll finally understand

(tag)
all this time it wasn't the numbers
all this time it wasn't the numbers
all this time it wasn't the numbers
all this time it wasn't the numbers

(chorus)
come a time when you're old
you'll finally understand
that everyone is supplied
and you're not in demand
come a time when you're old
you'll finally understand
you'll finally understand

(tag)
all this time it wasn't the numbers
all this time it wasn't the numbers
all this time it wasn't the numbers
all this time it wasn't the numbers

• Experimental
• avant garde
• improvisation
• misc
• Fresno