Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Your beautiful triangle of distortion Now you seem to forget it so much Who sees the interiors like
Magician, magician Take me upon your wings, and Gently roll the clouds away I'm sorry, so sorry I have no incantations Only words to help sweep me away
Automatons with business suits swinging black boxes Sequestering the blueprints of daily life Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
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I find myself in a strange situation and I don't know how What seemed to be an infatuation is so different now. I can't get by if we're not together
Awaken the inner pattern A murmur of self, a heart between beats Tearing out the pages left and right Of the human letter in a burning moment Threaded
You've got a right to take what life offers you Don't let others mark out your scope You better break out from all what chained you up There is more to
It must have been hard; staying in line knowing your influences did it all the time It must have been strange; living in blue and see me shut down
Autumn has come to rest In her garden Come to paint the trees with emptiness And no pardon So many things have come undone Like the leaves on the ground
So welcome to the real world Where there's nowhere to hide From the pain and hurt, You've got to take it in stride You say you've got your big problems
Here we go Well, if you're fucked up on the inside Then you're fucked up on the outside And it doens't matter so you do it Doesn't matter you think is
Internal war Killing our own Killing our own Burn the ones that have sinned against Claim their lives in your death romance Arm the young with your hunting
It gained control of me The dark side of my mind This hollow shell A body with no soul Feeding on me Growing inside This parasite Dormant within Now
In high school it was cool to say You look funny, you're a retard dummy A retarded dummy, yeah, you suck out of luck You're no Playboy bunny He he, so
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens Heading out west for the Lothian Road An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket Wrapped up in his problems
I'm going down, going down, deeper than inside --the world is my fuse-- And once inside gonna tear till there's nothing left to find And you wonder
Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise
Inner meet me, oh, you can't decide Inner meet me, oh, you can't decide Inner meet me, oh, you can't decide Last night I dreamt somebody fell asleep