Folding the strong limb of the animal in the corner with no food for it's loved one's. About to be gone up in the heavens for what he has done shall not be spoken. Causing sickness throughout the world, revealing a sadness of doubt. Sitting with the girl on a mushroom, melting away the pain on a candlestick. Twisting the jokes we all make into a big ball of lies which we ate for breakfeast. The metal is shining up and through you. Can you be a part of it I can follow you. The hair on my head developes into the eyes of the tainted mistriss. There chases the man with no arms looking out toward the full moon. Isn't it beautiful, isn't life great, we can all be wonderful if it's not to late. I feel the vibes of the life that i've lived. No one could ever feel the dreams I have planned out for them. Hair is in mouthfulls, I cannot see what has come as the passion lives in us all.
