i'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here
and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when i'm down
the fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off
if this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all
i aint gonna crawl->tell them all to forget it tell them that's
it then call it off cause i'm worried about money and paradigm stores running low
i ain't gonna crawl but i'll lie on the road
so how can i laugh how can i take it without some doubt
how can i laugh how can i face it right away with everything gone wrong
with everything all over anyway i need some grace
say goodbye to aesthetic,
better taste and essential self 'cause i'm just tired of running
and there's a time bomb in this head
so just who's the real killer and what made his paint dry?
it's kind of hard to imagine holidays in neurotica
a slap in the faith, hard, opened hand is the one reality
i can never protect myself from, even in the sparkle yard at end
of day warm summer madness in the bouquet of a dream son,
astral projecting, failing to right wrongs when the whole thing starts to open up
i ain't gonna crawl without falling hard, without some pain
whenever the fog breaks and a day takes hold
i just can't think straight right away maybe i'll come around...
or not i'm swinging again and all my ex-friends say its psycho-pathetic
and way too gone, almost painless even though i wondered
if something was wrong all along. |