Remember me as I am: FILLED WITH MURDEROUS RAGE.
No, not really..
it's the little things that will make me want to get up in the morning. always the little things.
why are we all so terribly pretentious?
i sometimes think that i am only living this life for others, as i am unsure as to any purpose or joy i find elsewhere.
if i owe you words, i am sorry. i never seem to have any for anyone anymore. when i do it is like ripping them from inside my head and there are no new ones to take their place. just this empty space. this nothing.
the pink pills are for your sanity
we are buried in the earth because we can't beat gravity
you are still here and so made to figure
you are an important part of the computer
born of the sea, blink
the sea is dead
falls out of me these sockets in my head
everyone's a captain baby, ship of fools
drowning while they're telling you it's been all right
dream the dream of your attrition
the nameless name of your condition
it will be needing you a little while longer
you are an important part of the computer
after this mission it will let you go
help you to forget everything and everyone you know
in a world of captains baby, ship of fools
don't you know they're lying when they're telling you it's been all right?
can't fear fear, fear's the mind killer
can't fear fear, fear's the mind killer
can't fear fear, fear's the mind killer. |
