mounds of feeble trouble drop from the skies
I`ve seen an ailing nothing where the outer space lies
Powder kegs and marbles [of mumbles?] turn from gray to green eyes
I won`t be sentimental
stay at a hospital tonight
hyrdrophonic sonic rhymes
submerge me in the water until i`m free of all crimes
[brussle?] propulsive healthy mouses
gurgle in slime
and fondle all the fishes and make them all cheer up
rage in their souls gotta be controlled
I`m often confused
waves in the pool
burr in my side
make it come back
you make it connect
you make it come true
and that`s it
holes in my head
I`m holding my head
and it`s slow motion blues
I`m free
I`m free
I`m free
cutting burned spiders
worshipping twine
laughing out the sugars in the sticky strange shrine
drinking mountain cider by the suicide mines
I want to be fighter when the pilots not light up
screaming, sucking, slurping chimes
it often makes me wonder if we`ll be through in time
[_?_] boces
gurgle in grime
shoot it like a loon till you make the skin clear up
rage in the soul gotta be controled
and I`m often confused
often confused
waves in the water
burr in my side
make it come back
you make it connect
you make it come true
and that`s it
holes in my head
I`m holding my head
and it`s coming from you
I`m free
I`m free
I`m free
make it come back
you make it connect
you make it come true
and that`s it
holes in my head
I`m holding my head
and it`s slow motion blues
I`m free
I`m free
I`m free
I`m free
I`m free
I`m free
I`m free