In the sand you used to lay. You'd be there at my side. As the night fell on the shore. She had gone. I trusted to you to stay. . Read the story in the papers.
Roll on up and queue in line. All you need is here. Absurdity in what you see. Can't match the state you're in. . All things are flawed to me. Stick with the things that you know.
You see my fear looks like laughter. That's why you never hear me scream. And I'm learning to rule in my simian shoes. Tradition has absorbed the sickest things.
My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin. And it seems inferior and jittery. You preach elastic to your jagged flock. In an eerie passion for self flattery.
Fingers severed on a mirrors edge. Isolated with no respect. Conversation has been replaced. Punctured slowly ideas escape. . My possessions are all I have.