pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator
: a refreshing plunge, a drink of palatable water, a deep inspiration on a warm summer day, a safe stroll in a middle of the road community, a neighbour
: every day we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown, asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go
: there's a light on in the hallway, so I can't understand, why you hide underneath the cover, there's a baby in your womb, so don't be scared tonight
: as I walk beneath the valley, I shall fear no evil, for thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet, today murder is legal God I know that it's wrong
: everybody wants do dance in a playpen, but nobody wants to play in my garden. I see the hippies on an angry line, guess they don't get my meaning,
them a righteous student came and asked me to reflect, he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect, I don't believe in self important folks who preach, no Bad Religion
: long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced
: come and see the brilliant light, don't let your emotions mask your sight, it's the manifestation of a deeper fight, that affects me and you, my optimism
they multiply and give rise to this . . . monstrosity, you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter, and you instilled them with affinity, and then you stratified accumulations, weeded out bad
: transfixated on the big blue screen, it's your window to the outside, a melancholy dream, a medium upon which you build reality, this episodic currency
Everybody wants to dance in a playpen But nobody wants to play in my garden I see the hippies on an angry line Guess they don't get my meaning I'm enchanted
They multiply and give rise to this monstrosity You took the most abundant smallest bits of matter And you instilled them with affinity And then you stratified accumulations, weeded out bad
As I walk beneath the valley I shall fear no evil For thanks to King George And his rainbow cabinet Today murder is legal God, I know that it's wrong
pornographic scene There's a flower behind the window There's an ugly laughing man Like a hummingbird in silence Like the blood on my door It's the generator
Trans fixated on the big blue screen Your window to the outside, a melancholy dream A medium upon which you build reality This episodic currency that
Long ago in a dusty village Full of hunger, pain and strife A man came forth with a vision of truth And the way to a better life He was convinced he had
