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 anarchy
I know I'm part of something greater than myself Don't know the meaning of it but I hope that matters less I don't know anything when I'm factored out
She came from Heaven well there's no point belaboring that I've seen some trouble and I must admit that I'm in demand I confront rejection with magnetic
We don't need any more mountains because the trail builders failed to give us passage there so we can't reach the sky we don't need any more failure
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
A loose cannon on your shoulder You've got a strawberry on your hips And you've got some phantasmical images And you've got, you've got your rich
Everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love everyone shrouded in purple
There was a boy who had too many toys And an ache inside of his bones, He sought extrication through chemical vocation, And now he just answers to tones
anymore Will never love any less That kid inside of murder Must be committed To live a life of hostility Never asking what it means When mother nation Blood and religion
I'm tired of this city, all this toil and strife. Trying to cross the boulevard, playing Frogger with my life. Frogger with my life. I'm tired of this
It's all right to have faith in god but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies that's when I start to have pity on you. You're living on
like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen
lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, They hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone In the end the good will go to heaven up above, The bad
lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies
hey, everybody's looking but they never can see, all the angst, corruption and the dishonesty, think about the times and places you've never known, you
my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. In the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad
you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion