I cant see ever feeling right again
Just like they said
Curl up in a ball
and I don't always like my dreams
Our satori are just floating in the core,
You know how to get eternal life
in the center of the lightning-speed waltz.
Feel your soul cut by a rusty knife
as you head for the self-destructive edge.
All the black is really white
If you believe it
As your time is running out
Let me take away your doubt
You can find a better a place
As it crawls across a final time
And it feels like,
Like it was a friend.
It is watching us,
And the world we set on fire
Do you wonder,
To jack in now was wrong.
But cupid punches deck with chemicals
While dark madonna sings her song.
See the pain inflicted and
See the vein restricted and
See the pain inside
Caressed, unfolded, delivered
From the distance I can see a huge holographic Ronald McDonald walking between grain elevators and trees.
Boy, if I had the money I had have make one of those me and than set myself to stalk the landscape and scare everybody.
You see, 'cause I've got this sort of feeling. Beacause, beacause I have spikes.
Because I go between the zones, even when I'm not supossed to.
Becasue I'm a supecious persone report.
And its time to go shopping.
If you've got to believe in something
Believe in us we make it easy
Peace and love incorporated
Monday, March 2, 2009
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