The Bud Dwyer Effect lyrics

it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer`s lil` surprise.

a defect, no one`ll ever see it coming.

I`m indulging myself in a strategic advance, orchestrated by the enemy.

it dwells deep, yet grows strong, within...

(Am I working against myself? well am I?)

everything dreadful happening, imagine how I should feel,

when realizing that it was planned,

from a beginning that I don`t even recall,

you might call this a tragedy,

seems more to me like simple standard habits.

wishing to be finally saved,

waiting for something/someone that would order me to follow

a certain purpose with both convictions and deviations.

if you`d only knew how... I`m tired of your paintings.

your bold landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me long ago.

be a pal and let me add a fantasy of mine, abstraction.

of scarlet and red pure... so pure.

are there any written rules related to simplicity (of actions, of thoughts...)

I guess not.

so how come your judging?

you won`t the day that it will end,

drenched in vital fluids (.357)

as you are forced to witness the spontaneity of the events.

and I won`t be a bother no more?