There's a feeling about myself that I can't understand. It's a foreboding sense that I see all around the land. . When the wheel of fortune turns progressively depraved.
You took a time bomb and a case of crackers. And you made a maelstrom of organic debris. Then you took a workbench and a rusty anvil. And you polished them for everyone to see.
So you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round. And you can't find the truth in the things you've found. And you're scared shit less 'cos evil abounds.
There was a man who banged his head against a wall. He banged for 20 years, the damn thing wouldn't fall. He left an honest life, he left a broken wife.
Every day's the same routine of endless chores and boring details. And you know you're waiting for the perfect condition for your ship to set sail. . But of course the climate's always changing.
blacktop pavement cover me. like a chemical reaction or a steam roller. spreading randomly. . there's a distant buzz and a low frequency. it tickles my ear, it rumbles under my feet.
Well, the sheaves have all been brought. But the fields have washed away. And the palaces now stand. Where the coffins all were laid. . And the times we see ahead.
I'm incurable but durable it's easy to see. Lack of restraint is a complaint of those around me. I know that others postpone. Gratification well I lack that affectation.
With nothing better to do. No one to come home to. I woefully conclude. To take it out on you. . I'm bored to the extreme. This world of foolish dreams.
She said "Thanks but I'm broken. I guess you must have misspoken. What a laugh, I've never been chosen by anyone". . She was barely a teen, hangin' out in between.
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.
Drop dead, it doesn't matter, she said. It only hurts when I laugh, she said. Sometimes it's never a crime. To spend the day in bed. She made certain that the curtains were red.
A crack developed and a name blew in. Billy Gnosis, weak and thin. He moved to California to start a new life. Because back in his hometown he just killed his wife.
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah. The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade. And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind, yeah.
This isn't another new fashion or a new plastic trend. Everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend. I've got this feeling and I don't know what it is.
I'm sorry about the sun. How could I know that you would burn?. And I'm sorry about the moon. How could I know that you'd disapprove. . And I'll never make the same mistake.
Here we go now. . No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign. On the roof of the world without apparent design. The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise.
Goodbye. . It could happen to you. A defect from the wasted outskirts of Los Angeles. With a crumpled-up pass for the RTD. And no authority or trajectory.
Above us lay the burdens. Below us lay the truth. We're somewhere in the middle. And we're all discontent too. . Is someone watching over you?. Inside they know what's best for you.
Porcelain and alabaster, decaying ever faster,. Unaware of imminent disaster open up your eyes.. . As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time,. Did you wander out your days lost and resigned?.