: 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
: there's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken, the face is blank the gears are turning, confusion is a fundamental state of mind, it doesn'
: he's the latest super hero with powers so profound he can leap a dotted line in just a single bound, I know you must have seen him in books and magazines
", walk away, I'll be a parade, and I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way, I'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that I'm
you Judgments not tomorrow, It's today (yes, now it's here), But no it isn't Jesus, Take a look at all your peers, They're all looking down on you, Inside
: I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma
, 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
in life are testament of our helplessness, there's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end when we all disintegrate it will all happen again,
and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions you
: hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong, eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along, puritan work ethic maintains its
idleness and dissipation breed apathy, I sit on my ass all god damn day a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to, say what you must, do all you can, break all
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
I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that
hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong, eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along, puritan work ethic maintains its
long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced
or a treasure? I want to conquer the world, give all the idiots a brand new religion, put an end to poverty uncleanliness and toll promote equality in all
time and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions
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 it all