i felt so strange, so less in love in the morning
we start nights like galaxies colliding
finding the nearest clearest nebula and riding on its rings
you guys are my best fiends
thanks to gravity
...there is a myth, princess, of a silver-headed girl
who became aflame as a beacon in the underworld
thus prey for the lampreys on her labia
youuu're slitting yr wriiists and swiiiimming across shark couuuntry
clank, clank, drink
[stop making her drink so much]
i'm on a hallucinogen and not having any
epiphanies
the closest i'm coming is curling
into your distant song
a violin on the fog
somehow these kids end up in an abandoned house
everybody ready to trash it out?
holler URINATE ON IT, STICK MY PENIS IN IT, THEN BREAK IT
like the greeks laughed while rome collapsed
we laughed
we made furniture explode like glass
and glass explode like that
until the floor was littered in beautiful glitter on the edges
of shit it cuts to touch, cinderella
the house looked so much smaller in the daylight
awash with destruction and inexplicably grapes
like the hushed scene of some psychological experiment gone awry
or the day after armageddon in a zombie movie
a yard full of vomit
molested couches and dead cars
this graveyard
home sweet home
will we touch the bar will we find god i keep begging of you
patriotism to the neuronet in which all matter connects
because we owe it and you know it
join the intensity of the fight the clash of wrong and rights
this moment is only asking you to care
we've been here before... this exact square... i see it in your eyes
i feel it down to the hairs on the backs of my kneecaps
this predation this meaninglessness what does it mean
what does nothingness mean
this flame on top my head's getting snubbed out beneath all this apathy
will jesus knock on the door of my heart will destiny call
or will things just snowball by science's law
2009 may be another year my beliefs are taken from me
but 2010 approacheth and it's all about finding
finding the nearest clearest nebula and riding on its rings
you guys are my best fiends
thanks to gravity
...there is a myth, princess, of a silver-headed girl
who became aflame as a beacon in the underworld
thus prey for the lampreys on her labia
youuu're slitting yr wriiists and swiiiimming across shark couuuntry
clank, clank, drink
[stop making her drink so much]
i'm on a hallucinogen and not having any
epiphanies
the closest i'm coming is curling
into your distant song
a violin on the fog
somehow these kids end up in an abandoned house
everybody ready to trash it out?
holler URINATE ON IT, STICK MY PENIS IN IT, THEN BREAK IT
like the greeks laughed while rome collapsed
we laughed
we made furniture explode like glass
and glass explode like that
until the floor was littered in beautiful glitter on the edges
of shit it cuts to touch, cinderella
the house looked so much smaller in the daylight
awash with destruction and inexplicably grapes
like the hushed scene of some psychological experiment gone awry
or the day after armageddon in a zombie movie
a yard full of vomit
molested couches and dead cars
this graveyard
home sweet home
will we touch the bar will we find god i keep begging of you
patriotism to the neuronet in which all matter connects
because we owe it and you know it
join the intensity of the fight the clash of wrong and rights
this moment is only asking you to care
we've been here before... this exact square... i see it in your eyes
i feel it down to the hairs on the backs of my kneecaps
this predation this meaninglessness what does it mean
what does nothingness mean
this flame on top my head's getting snubbed out beneath all this apathy
will jesus knock on the door of my heart will destiny call
or will things just snowball by science's law
2009 may be another year my beliefs are taken from me
but 2010 approacheth and it's all about finding