Feeling Oblivion

	Cubscouts are screaming,
	Needing icescreaming and all the pleasures of
	June I抦 in a parked car.
	Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls.
	Now it is night time maybe we抮e cruising avoiding the anti-cruise.
	Oh I don抰 really know where we are.
	If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
	By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.
	Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears,
	Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid.
	Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear.
	Well I抣l just go under the water.
	If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
	By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.
	So don抰 leave me here on my own.
	So don抰 leave me here on my own.
	If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
	By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion

	Cubscouts are screaming,
	Needing icescreaming and all the pleasures of
	June I bǐng in a parked car.
	Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls.
	Now it is night time maybe we zhěn e cruising avoiding the anticruise.
	Oh I don yāng really know where we are.
	If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
	By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.
	Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears,
	Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid.
	Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear.
	Well I yun l just go under the water.
	If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
	By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.
	So don yāng leave me here on my own.
	So don yāng leave me here on my own.
	If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
	By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion