So much fun to be had in my head. No more sunshine. So much fun just lying in my bed. No more sunshine. I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside.
Put some lipstick on. At least your lies will be pretty. A shadow on my face. And us donkeys wake up weary. . Sweating and sickly. Donkeys don't allow their tears.
I'm losing all my innocence. Door to the river. I know I've stopped making much sense. Door to the river. I think I'll leave and I'll take some rest. Door to the river.
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals. colour my hair but the dye grows out. i can't seem to stay a fixed ideal. Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene.
Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought. Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk. Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love. Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk.
Bill and Ted and Waynes World drawl. Just another dull fucking bore. Vietnams cool now and even Superman's believed. Hussein in power as the media war retreats.
Paralysis through analysis. Yellow moral unclean decay. Silence begins to help me now. The sunshine it fades away. Symbols have now disappeared. How could this happen to me?.
She's so passive but she's looking good. He's so passive but he's looking good. They are together but really they're apart. They are together but do not belong, but do not belong.
Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs. Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes. Dead martyrs always take it further. Dead heroes know no fear. . Living for some happiness.