Now all your outsides are in a rush,
and all your insides are out of touch,
and then you realize, Real lives,
life the idea dies.
And the crush, pulverized into dust,
And the poltergeist rises up,
Under the hill lies,
Now lies us,
Cut lady luck knifes didn't gassed us up.
Cause your pleasure is painful,
yeah you know, you know, you know,
well it's worse,
cause you don't know,
just how much it,
I'm writing you,
In spite of you,
The conflict rests inside of you,
Dividing you,
Devour you,
Defeating and de-power you.
Depletin and deflower you,
Revolutions waiting on the hour to,
Expose our love,
And weakness of the powerful.
Redefine uncomfortable,
Is currently the question,
And the suffering,
The famous nameless angels are up under you.
Your happiness is killing me,
The fantasy and fantasize,
Insanity romantically are,
Pleasure is painful,
yeah you know, you know, you know,
well it's worse,
when you don't know,
just how much it hurts.
