fallin in love (Don't do it yo') I was wrong for fallin in love (They always say don't love a ho) But I just went against the grain It was a feelin
a cure for everything that makes you weak. You need not to reach for the stars, when life becomes so dark and when the wind does blow against the grain
: Running against the grain Running through the rain Ho attraversato la vita inferiore Seguendo linee per moto contrario. Sfruttando per le mie vele
or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain
: flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling
: I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, All of my neurons are functioning smoothly Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma
: heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave, I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what
: lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting
: Everybody is talking about the girl Who went and killed the delivery man, But she looks so kind and gentle, It just doesn't stand to reason, I saw
: random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don't speak to me of
: I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, I guess it made him feel like he could buck the
: I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes, like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah, and I don't want it, the things you're offering me,
: offer me eternity, and I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking for a handout behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live
: it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold reminder
: and did those feet in ancient times trod America's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen
: proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you are in?
what the hell is the matter with the people on this planet? have all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again, one
