There's not much left to love. Too tired today to hate. I feel the empty. I feel the minute of decay. . I'm on my way down now. I'd like to take you with me.
La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. . Ring around the rosies. Pocket full of posies. Taste the hands of children.
prelude (the family trip). There's no earthly way of knowing.... Which direction we are going.... There's no knowing where we're rowing.... Or which way the river's flowing....
(this is some shit off the willie wonka movie, in some parts you can't really hear what he says but this is what it sounds like). . there's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going.
Stare in the face of the grim death. Screaming monsters bring me to deafness. My dagger and swagger are useless in the face of the mirror. When the mirror is made of my face.
I've found the center of fruit is late. is the center of truth today.. I cut the apple in two.. Oh, I pray it isn't true.. . I've found the center of fruit is late.