[01:05.240]Thanks to those, for staying
[01:11.033]I must admit, it's all
[01:16.583]Never to far off to bite you
[01:21.112]But she's still strung out and longing for the
[01:28.677]
[01:29.176]Temperamental guidance metamorphacizing
[01:35.257]Small sounds from the dead
[01:42.562]Brought to all you crazy cusses
[01:45.831]
[01:46.581]Leaning against the one wing,
[01:49.096]Killing off the last king,
[01:50.865]Coughing up the old love,
[01:52.616]Smoking through a back door
[01:55.144]Smoking
[01:58.921]Straight me out,
[02:00.438]My train
[02:00.998]Moves my morons over to you
[02:04.276]Slip and slide, i'm an arm and a gas
[02:08.047]At least my water gets hot,
[02:10.063]And lifts all my little heads up to you
[02:15.107]I'm in search for a door,
[02:17.367]I can't calm the jealous oceans of life,
[02:22.654]From the head of a spore
[02:25.168]
[02:26.736]How's it going there my sweet-heart?
[02:30.756]I see, you're wearing pink today.
[02:36.835]How does the new dress lead you?
[02:41.110]Who is wearing who today?
[02:46.658]
[02:47.657]And the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you,
[02:55.973]Of the stocking that go tight around those legs.
[03:10.328]
[03:10.830]If you want to bleed me,
[03:15.616]If you don't, i'll do
[03:20.660]Long as you see me,
[03:25.739]Long as i see you
[03:31.276]
[03:31.535]Temperamental guidance metamorphasizing
[03:36.639]Small sounds from the dead
[03:46.290]Brought to all you crazy cusses
[03:50.569]
[03:50.819]Need to have it's, back stabbing,
[03:52.835]Free-loading, psychiatric horse rides,
[03:55.104]Rythem-raping, corprate backed, slack-jawed,
[03:58.875]Monkey pawin', flex-tokin' sadists in the corner-
[04:01.652]
[04:02.657]Cause when the baby caves, i'm in,
[04:05.931]Through the middle of all i've been
[04:07.743]While i'm writing this, my head feels slow,
[04:12.278]The smoke over my head-
[04:15.806]Combing through my fine hairs, something,
[04:18.831]I almost see them choke
[04:22.354]
[04:22.860]Thanks to those for staying
[04:31.666]I must admit it's all
[04:41.486]Never too far off to bite you,
[04:46.024]Cause she's still strung out and longing
[04:52.828]Maybe you got me,
[04:55.101]But i'm still strung out and longing
[05:01.404]
[05:04.182]For the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you,
[05:13.004]Of the temperamental guidance,
[05:18.544]Metamorphasizing small sounds from the dead,
[05:27.338]Brought to all you crazy cusses.
[05:31.885]
[05:32.462]Shakin' like the main-frame, not warning,
[05:35.488]Like they're milking-
[05:36.990]All the sharp tanked slinkies, milling,
[05:39.012]Holding up the banner-
[05:40.271]For a mop-made shaky, tearing,
[05:42.291]Pulling at the hammer,
[05:42.610]-Off a loose nail, binter banter,
[05:46.133]-Hopin', groovin' to the music,
[05:48.148]-Pushin' out the tree stain,
[05:50.154]Choppin' hooves to cinders,
[05:52.173]-Lilly-hoppin' through the window-
[05:53.679]Of a forced face for fixin',
[05:55.693]-Find my five arms dancin',
[05:57.714]In the worm-light, duckin' up-
[05:58.261]The fast-wheel spinnin',
[06:00.529]Likely on my way to waking up to mushrooms,
[06:03.297]-Tweaking, peeping beeps
[06:05.297]Between the spine, the sparks,
[06:07.297]And separations
[06:09.297]Of your new life