i'm falling face first into a painting. of a hallucinogenic sunset. at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah. vital beach, vital beach. . well i'm the boy on the beach with the guitar.
And every soldier's face is burnt,. and it's a mask with a flash.. And their hands are turned to rifles now,. and they kill everything they touch.. . So I watch the trees swaying in the breeze,.
(fake fake flowers) (fake funeral). This room is a fluorescent tomb:. It's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon.. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention,.