of time And eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find You need all that the other has your right to seize the day But in all your acquisitions
gun here comes oblivion I never loved you, how did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity now, Anna (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight) All
love you can get consoled by pity But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more Watch the scientists throw up their hands Conceding progress will resolve it all
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie The full moon is rising over dark waters And the fools below are picking
I've got nothing to say I've got nothing to do All of my neurons are functioning smoothly Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you I'm one big myoma that
, I'll be a parade (Walk away) And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way I'll sure take my sweet time and burn all the bridges that
idleness and dissipation breed apathy, I sit on my ass all god damn day a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to, say what you must, do all you can, break all
a treasure? I want to conquer the world, give all the idiots a brand new religion, put an end to poverty uncleanliness and toll promote equality in all
: long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced
: lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting
: early man walked away as modern man took control their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his goal, so he built his great empire and slaughtered
me, anesthesia, Mona Lisa, I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, I never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never complicity now, anna . . . all
rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen it all
: did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? the lunatic, the hypocrite are all lost in the fray can't you see their lives are just like ours?
, oh yeah, I tried to tell you about no control, but now I really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer, is that really all you have
love you can get consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "progress will resolve it all
really go pop! so I could make the gardening stop come out to play, come out to play, and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day in my atomic garden all my
them a righteous student came and asked me to reflect, he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect, I don't believe in self important folks who preach, no Bad Religion
