It's just a thing with you. A spacious place. Infinite. Dangerous. Promising. Black with white. This night. Years of tears, emotion. Held like so... inside.
Listen to the mothers. A surreal sound of eight-legged groove. A serving of today's psychadelicacy. . And when you embrace this sonic mural. We will be together, our spirits mad survivors.
I felt the break and roll of the nexus on a day when the whole world. Elected to sell us out there are the hands that grab my attention. When all is what I'm giving they slow me down slower.
Wide awake in the candlelight. Stoned straight, crashing ocean wave. Patterns and sunset in their prime. Shoulder demons tell me how to lie. When it matters, when it matters, oh.
Wide awake in the candlelight. Stoned straight, crashing. Ocean wave patterns and sunset. In their prime. Shoulder demons tell me. How to lie when it matters.
Fill my head with your nonsense. You can breathe my breath till I turn red. Close your eyes, try to follow me. If you close your eyes, you can become me.
Yeah, between the doors, shakin' heads. And thinking light about who you're with, where you are. Blue lightning hittin' trees and lighting roads. Won't let me get too down.
There they are. Alive, on the move, pretty young,. Still unproven though they love. Restless young zeroes in a haze. Of reckless blind faith taking their.
Held in hands, a warm cup of skin. Always taken in by peers and friends. And the heightened fears over the years. Now I know I'm not like everyone. . And in this head I see the ground you came from.
Lookin' at the world go, trying to understand. Electric wind blowin' like a demon fan. Or a symphony of hatred blowin' angst. Off an immaculate stage.
This man may have a shit load to prove. He's got to settle a score against the groove. Infinite orgasm, endless joy and pain. Like thunder to my ears, like a holy rain.
Lost all my friends pulling down my pants. Just to say hi and I'm still alive. Without a tan, tripping, naked man. Through the forest who like me has fallen.
Then I woke, seven whole days gone. The sunrise is perfect. Taking aim, changing colours while it burns. It made my stomach turn. It made me quite unsure.
One more astronaut in black skin of universe. One more travellin' man. With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold. Feeling cold. . Thinking around the clock of drinking on the job.
One more astronaunt in black sking. of universe. One more travelin' man. With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold. thinking around the clock of drinking. On the job, of the powdered food And piss bags, never having sex and growing old.
Not yet sonic. But I'd like to reach the point. Where I can say. Yes I am. But it always seems to be. About sensibilities. And not who's listening. No I'm not quite sonic.
Shades of gray hate influence. A constant truth put into effect. The question on a dead friends face. The tragic stance he used to take. Pissed away by circumstance.
In time I'll find why everyone out there. In the painted sun. Has already found their root...they've found home. And I'm tired of beating every drum. For old friends that never come.
You held out and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear. to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average. dope you're in the dream room all alone.