pass the flower to the prairie dog
see it all run through the window
you threw all my eyes away into the poppy's
show me the writing on the wall to cross the line
for what it's worth you always waste my thoughts
into the most beautiful oblivion that awaits us
all into the making of your killing
do you want to be infused into my eyes
I wish you could see my guts inside
do you really need a turn at me to show it to me
all these lies all lived inside of my head
do you want a ticket into a tour of my painted thoughts
serenity is an abusive mosnter of your own feet
path the way of your lifestyle on the walls of your head
detox from the years of everybody making their decisions in your head
what if religions were made as a suffering point
headbanging to the slave of the way
everyone is dead today
wishing I was chewing on the supple supply
watch out for the watchmen of purity he will steal your soul