I've been thinking and I think it's outrageous State of mind's sinking and I think it's contagious Poor boy's overcoat's taking on water Hook, line, decline My God I Step out of my body and Watch the world go by…bye Spinning toward the future with no relevant alibi Avoid detection Void detection
Seaside hideaway, keeping my eyes on Smoke rings rising on the horizon Defending the democracy like lemmings to the landslide Have you got the dollar votes to decide? Heartbreak broken, I'm breaking out right away My penny don't buy any so I spend it on another day I'm selling does anybody wanna, anybody wanna, anybody want some?
Somebody save me from this Somebody's slave Somebody save me from this
One hundred million bodies are running on empty Running—run awry—in the river of plenty Young boy blues Who said he's got a hole to mend? Head, heart, his soul, his girlfriend Everybody's worried bout gettin' their fill You can buy it in a bottle, you can swallow in a pill And if you contemplate the chasm that's as deep as Niagara If it leaves you flaccid there's Viagra
Somebody save me from this Somebody's slave Somebody save me from this Good God does anybody wonder?
Heaping up the bodies in the meat grinder Licking their chops it's all a reminder Round we go the sound of your lobotomy I won't let you muck inside of me
Oh yeah yeah? We are dedicated Oh yeah yeah? We are watching you
Please, oh please Render my thoughts Unburdened It weighs And it's hurting my head Please, oh please Deliver my soul Un-earthbound Songs of light To carry my flight Tonight
Round and around and around, the treads they go
I'm an angel don't clip my wings Bulldozer is heaping up the bodies
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Flying Spiders
Shhhh. Can you hear it?
Spinning all around us Regaling and astounding thus With acts of human kindness That equally malign us Stare into a spider's web Captured in the neural ebb A milky way of silken thread With lines throughout the kingdom spread
Share with me my secret garden
Wait for the wedding day Descend from the mountain tops On silver strands of wire Fly the spiders in the wind
You'll come running for them You'll come running far and wide You'll come running for them You'll come running for a woven glimpse of what you are inside
Gave up when the dogma died An act of faith personified The spider binds the groom and bride Their isolation nullified Dangling from the usher's nose The mother in law, her fancy clothes The orchestra in puppet rows The notes spun from viola bows
Oh, my sense of wonder Nearly fills this body cage A web of flesh and fibre And a timeless sense of age
Wait for the wedding day Descend from the mountain tops On silver strands of wire Fly the spiders in the wind
Open up your eyes and then You will see what divides us when Spinning all around us Regaling and astounding thus With acts of human kindness That equally malign us Stare into a spider's web Captured in the neural ebb A milky way of silken thread I'm strangled in the spider's web |