Clicks on the phone
I cannot help you
Caught by your work
Caught
A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilty
You roll in reams across
No more going to the dark side
With your flying saucer
Try to save it but it doesnt come off the
Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed
you're the light wiping out my batteries
you're the cream in
This is a free seat
Which way you heading?
You keep pushing
And
When we realise we've only to die then we're out
The drunk machine
Spitting nonsense
Spitting feathers
Talking in tongues
Swiveli
Without a conscience
A hollow ring
Lost in a maze
Forgetting
Throwing firecracke
When I'm at the pearly gates
This'll be on my videotape
My
And it rained all night and washed the filth awayDown
What will grow quickly, that you can't make straightIt's the
A tear in my brain Allows the voices in They
I'm in a skip divided malfunctionI flap around and dive
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