Won herself a pass to some far off moon. It was second class but what's to lose. And looking out her window she could more than assume. That you can't see air or time.
Well all's not well. But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice. You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia. But your feet will still float like Christ's. And I'll be damned.
Well all's not well. But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice. You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia. But your feet will still float like Christ's. And I'll be damned.
I was born in the factory. Far away from the milk and tea. What's the use?. Oh, what's the use?. . You chitters are split in half. A mechanical sacrificial calf for you.
We were spitting venom at most everyone we know. If the damned gave us a road map then we'd know just were to go. Now let it drop. . let it all drop. Let it all drop.
This plane is definitely crashing. This boat is obviously sinking. This building's totally burning down. And my, and my (a whole bunch). And my heart has slowly dried up.
If you break these moth wing feelings. Powdering dust on your fingers. Well now were not prayin' we're kneelin'. . Hard enough just to say you believe them.
You were laying on the carpet. Like you're satin in a coffin.. You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?". Yeah right now, but not that often.. . Are you dead or are you sleepin'?.