Feel the thorn that rips your soul this blocked up inspiration run away for what its worth this electronic nation to my surprise you're not running
A service provided, solemn undivided a scream and a dream, for the lost souls of this earth a generation screaming for a purpose a secret pathway from
Bliss a moments peace on earth a breathing space rebirth oxymoronic sympathy a place where i can never be bliss all beauty coming down from where beauty
Smell and taste of evelyn takes me back to school again she might be the perfect ten but i will never sleep again pulse are rasing comes to halt quicker
Face is blank, emotion free walk the highlands, walk the creed so super ultra clean there's no need to kill a dream keep your fingers in the cream so
Hold on you dont have much time find a nosebleed seat when the worlds collide cause there's something coming from outer space and i've got everything
My mind is a crater i am a screwed up masturbator
It's a temple for the worshipers of human decay she'll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies in a mud infested ravel of a fallen house
Think of me when you close your fist you're the mother of destruction and you came out well dream of me write me on the list of lovers you consumed inside
And now the cold is here again it leaves the purity unstained its bony hands will fixiate the beauty of the cleanest slate the figment of the ghost of
Mark my words with magic markers this is not the end balance means your moving forward i will soon descend idle hands are devils playthings i will jerk
When a poem still unwritten makes its way through space its determined to be seated in a mental case that will give it all the nurishment it needs to
there's a flower behind the window there's an ugly laughing man like a hummingbird in silence like the blood on the door it's the generator oh yeah, oh
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, I'
you took a time bomb, and a case of crackers, and you made a maelstrom of organic debris, then you took a work bench, and a rusty anvil, and you polished
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
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
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