black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready, I am ready, I am ready I am taffy stuck and tongue tied Stotter shook and uptight Pull me out
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our fields of money The old days seem shit and primitive Abduction Control You write for me Oh, master Master of the machines Take this shit and
Life seems so much smaller Swim to the moon I awake with a cool breeze blowing through my dirty hair Rested Stable A first A caffeine junkie's longest wish: peace and
weird at this hour not the best time for lyrics I suppose keep writing, keep dreaming Nope, can't be awake and dream, drift in and out, in and out eye
one another, no social status to compare All as one Exploit the idea of innocence Goddamn television god Corrupt me Seperate us Groups of difference
let me cope alone Joystick revolution move me It's all a dream Redneck lord you still soothe me Behind your black tie revolution This is just a party Prescribe me
care to look around And make this world my own And when she died I should've cried and spared myself some pain... Left me incomplete All alone as
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can finally travel Take in the radio waves and stew up that imagination I worry too much Boredom gets to me Pussy Yes they call me this The masters
worked and will keep working To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life Music My only love Once building drum boxes and pretending to be
(falls so slow) It will rain down here. Here, we're awake in the desert of song. The silence is broken. Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
into one frequent dream... one which parts with the night. (There are frequent amongst the walking crawlers). I saw them dragging the other day. Scraping their knees and
a worry free entrance into the world's history Never underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts. The satellites have been tapped and Cloud Mountain