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Just experimenting with some louder, rockier sounds, and releasing some pent up angst.
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take this fire
put it in your soul
you got one more day in this cubicle
take this water
pour it down your throat
i got and ice cube tray and bottle of coke, you know
on the way
we scratch our heads and we say
we will never again
be caught guard or even confused
by the muscle-mouth men who are bleating the news our way
take this wind
and blow your mind away
you can send your dreams to the storage space, ok?
take this dirt
and put it on your face
and take a minute or two just to misbehave, ok?
Today, i shed a tear
as she prayed, and in my ear
she whispered the name
of a fallen man who could walk on water and water the land with faith
Young mind, what a thing to waste
with this hose
we shall irrigate till it grows
in rows of eight
and who knows?
if we procreate
we can tell the stories that were told to us
of the son and the father and the holy ghost
and pass them on to our children's kids
who'll call into question the intolerance
of the doctrine, the faith and the crucifix
and the muffled cry of the scientist
who knows
the way the story goes
today i shed tear
and she said
he was just right here
i can hear him calling me
and all i know is ill be ready when it's time to go away
the mind what a thing to waste
the mind what a thing to waste
the mind what a thing to waste
the mind what a thing to waste
put it in your soul
you got one more day in this cubicle
take this water
pour it down your throat
i got and ice cube tray and bottle of coke, you know
on the way
we scratch our heads and we say
we will never again
be caught guard or even confused
by the muscle-mouth men who are bleating the news our way
take this wind
and blow your mind away
you can send your dreams to the storage space, ok?
take this dirt
and put it on your face
and take a minute or two just to misbehave, ok?
Today, i shed a tear
as she prayed, and in my ear
she whispered the name
of a fallen man who could walk on water and water the land with faith
Young mind, what a thing to waste
with this hose
we shall irrigate till it grows
in rows of eight
and who knows?
if we procreate
we can tell the stories that were told to us
of the son and the father and the holy ghost
and pass them on to our children's kids
who'll call into question the intolerance
of the doctrine, the faith and the crucifix
and the muffled cry of the scientist
who knows
the way the story goes
today i shed tear
and she said
he was just right here
i can hear him calling me
and all i know is ill be ready when it's time to go away
the mind what a thing to waste
the mind what a thing to waste
the mind what a thing to waste
the mind what a thing to waste
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