Woorden: Tricky. Pre-Millenium Tension. Makes Me Wanna Die.

She makes me wanna die
We follow where Mary goes
Cherish the things she knows
And says if I change my stride

Then I'll fly
And she makes me wanna die
And change my stride
Then I'll fly

Look to the sun
See me in psychic pollution
Walking on the moon
And how could you dare?

And who do you think you are?
You're insignificant
A small piece, an ism
No more, no less

You try to learn the universe
Can't even converse in universe
You know it's ironic and smoking hydroponic
And she makes me wanna die

And change my stride
Then I'll fly
And she makes me wanna die
Follow where Mary goes

Cherish the things she knows
She says if I change my stride
Then I'll fly
And change my stride

Then I'll fly
Look to the sun
See me in psychic pollution
And walking on the moon

And how could you dare?
Who do you think you are?
You're insignificant
A small piece, a ism

No more, no less
You try to learn the universe
Can't even converse in universe
You know