Thoughts seem to stumble out of my mouth  I can't seem to stop and talk to them  Fear tries, to pierce the armor of truth  Hollow point sniper hyperbole    I can't, seem  To follow a pendulum  And there must be organic cures for me  Report to base  Instrumental Case  Here's the map to my oubliette    One more,  I'm flying with Brian my friend  Hold me,  Bonavista baby  Moose meat,  Neighboured a medley of beans  Screech me    I's the boy that built the boat  I's the boy that sailed her  I's the boy the sunk the ship  You're the one that save me,  With love    You make me flow  You help me to grow  You make me glow  You help me to know    Thoughts seem to stumble out of my mouth  I can't seem to stop and talk to them  Fear tries, to pierce the armor of truth  Hollow point sniper hyperbole    these lyrics are submitted by