if a cell does what it does could we be free
every other time i come to grips of the inevitability
the mirror exposes i’m bleeding at the knees
i’m taking lessons from the virtuoso of please
ive been crawling stark raving mad at eventuallity
your selling tourists maps at the freak show that became me.
used to taunt excactly what i need, built roads that lead to disbelief.
they suffer in a pinch, smothered by your thumb and fingerprints.
if the sun shown like the moon, and it was best to grow hair everywhere,
smile with lipstick diluted with blood, upide down grimace of dispair, is just a child gambled and won, soldiers mixed in the mud, i remember arriving at places and never getting
anywhere. its impossible to draw when all u draw are lines. i guess we can
examine the patterns of stripes and hide in the bottom drawer, surprise.
the quickest way to your heart is to express myself in lies
we just get to eat before the flies
its hard when all your doing is talking to yourself to get a reply
everyones quiet on the boat afloat in the river of fire
sentenced to sing for eternity i never noticed you or your pride
you said you were headed nowhere fast,
i begged you to take me along for the ride
everytime we got stuck or ran out of gas
we had to bargain for what we kept inside
everytime we got lost or struggled with the past
shooting loopholes in logic, we became puppets unable to decide
