Time flies. Time crawls. Link an insect up and down the walls. . The light pours out of me [x2]. . The conspiracy of silence. Ought to revolutionize my thought.
Time flies. Time crawls. Like an insect. Up and down the walls. . The light pours out of me. The light pours out of me. . The conspiracy. Of silence ought.
I am a cliche. I am a cliche. I am a cliche. I am a cliche. I am a cliche you've seen before. I am a cliche that lives next door. I am a cliche, you know what I mean.
[Originally by Magazine]. . This and that they must be the same. Why it's legal when it's just what's real. What I'm given to understand. Is exactly what I steal.
Time flies. Time crawls. Like an insect. Up and down the walls. The light pours out of me. The light pours out of me. The conspiracy. Of silence ought.
We cold boot the brain stem. We start to get pissed. We're turning into creatures. That hardly ever exist. . And every one of us must win at last. Like in the future, like in the past.
Well, I know it's the night. But have you gotta beat the daylights out of me. I'm getting so god-damned bruised. I'll soon, I'll soon be softer than a stoned cherry.
My mad love battery wants to charge you. My mad love battery could maybe enlarge you. My mad love battery fizzing at the terminals. My mad love battery is one helluva pack of animals.
Lester Sands has been working very hard. Keeping up with what's gone down. Lester Sands is really in touch. With what is whose in town. . Lester Sands bores the ass off me.
Rita spits out her laurel leaf. and grabs a piece of my pie. she's gonna lead me up the mountain path. as the crows fly. . Claudette's pretty quick off the mark.
Gonna have to cut you down to size, you're running out of style. I'm gonna kit you out with a subterranean profile. Don't you push me too far, it's gonna be bad for your health.