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Before you advertise All the fame is implied With no fortune unseen Sell the rights To your blight Time-machine
While I’m dulled by excess And a cynic at best My art imitates crime Paid for by The allies So invest
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing Staring into glassy eyes Mesmerized There’s a vintage thirst returning But I’m sheltered by my channel-surfing Every famine virtual Retrovertigo
A tribute to false memories With conviction Cheap imitation Is it fashion or disease? Post-ironic Remains a mouth to feed
Sell the rights To your blight And you’ll eat
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing Staring into glassy eyes Mesmerized See the vintage robot wearied Then awakened by revision theories Every famine virtual Retrovertigo
Lying like needles On forest earth Euphoric rush Trees bend to pray for us I’m sputtering Like cold machines Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual
You can drive my tail To watch the circus A (birth?) ritual A birth of idiots Now I woke up blessed And good strives for heart ache Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual
[Chorus] As you start the song And face this garden I light a cigarette before the execution Now you see your crime For every miracle Add another drug at every birth ritual
I took the drug To make me stay And now everything Dies in shyness The snake retreats Admits defeat And waits for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual
(Chorus)
Shining light Child’s highs Mark his sides Bright until the newness wears off
(Chorus)
Deep
on the edge windowsill ponders his maker ponders his will to the street below he just ain’t nothin’ but he’s got a great view...
on the edge know-nothin’ town feelin’ quite superior the aged come to the sky above he just ain’t nothin’ but he’s got a great view...
on the edge of a christmas clean love young virgin from heaven visiting... to the man above her she just ain’t nothin’... she doesn’t like the view doesn’t like the view doesn’t like the view... but he sinks himself deep.
can’t touch the bottom in too deep can’t touch the bottom
can’t touch the bottom in too deep can’t touch the bottom
can’t touch the bottom in too deep can’t touch the bottom can’t touch the bottom deep...
