these things i have seen. In that dream i'm on my horse Striking with a hellish force Bodies falling all around me It makes no sense at all to me. In
a Ki A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone So they can hear everything that you say when you
If you rely on what your senses tell you, you'll be let down 'Cause sometimes they deceive you, I sensed that You cared about me, but it was hallucinatory
to you As we pass on our way We're not so far away The animals are back And you better beware They're coming in from the fields To move around as their own
through the fields, Burn through the fields, Blaze through the fields, And steal all the words you can feel. Dissecting intangibles and pink plastic capsules; You
If you rely on what your senses tell you You'll be let down, 'cause Sometimes they deceive you I sensed that you cared about me But it was hallucinatory
going to a seminar! I?m a genius A prodigy A demon at Maths and Science I?m up for a prize If you gotta grow up sometime You?ve to do it on your own
sense of calculus. could it be true all these moose have buried you? underneath straw all of the ants ingulfing you. where are the sercets, huh? you
As macro-electrolytes converge Eternal recurrence My mentals merge; its cyclical But it revamps its own thesis, Reaching The premium blend in the communion [Verse 3: Rasul] Follow me
blue water all around from a force field flashing somebody is sending black evolutions of love you are hearing the dark supernatural is the world we call our own
and you no longer free 40% of Americans own a cell phone so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You
people have tried to solve its mystery And today you have, can you still tell me that you don't believe I don't believe my own eyes I see a door it'
Give me the lfame to burn her memory Time bastard time, cruel enemy You use your more efficient weapon on me Chrisantemums now rot on the coffin You wore her down, now you
going to a seminar! I'm a genius A prodigy A demon at Maths and Science I'm up for a prize If you gotta grow up sometime You've to do it on your own
afterglow of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one after the other, our own five senses