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I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning and there is no end;
Time isn't present in that dimension
 
Aww snap, aww snap,
I just had macaroni and now I need to take a nap,
Aww snap, aww snap,
I just had macaroni and now I need to take a nap...
 
I'm coming wait for me
(Show the way)
I hear the walls repeating
(Show the way)
The falling of our feet and it sounds like drumming
(Show the way)
And we are not alone
(Shoooow the way)
I hear the rocks and stones
Echoing our song
I'm coming​
 
“Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tir na nOg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír na nÓg

Come, my love our worlds would part
The gods will guide us across the dark
Come with me and be mine my love
Stay and break my heart.

From the shores through the ancient mist
You bear the mark of my elven kiss
Clear the way, I will take you home
To eternal bliss.”
 
Out in the wily, windy moors,
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you and loved you too.

Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
 
If I were a swan, I'd be gone
If I were a train, I'd be late
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do

- Roger Waters
 
Step to me, I'll smear ya, think I fear ya? Bull****!
Just another dumb punk chompin' at this ***
Is there any way to break through the noise?
Was it something that I said that got you bent?
Gotta be that way if you want it
Sanity, literal profanity hit me!
 
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Maze, psychopathic daze, I create this waste
Back away from tangents on the verge of drastic ways
Can't escape this place, I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying
Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone hear me, please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe and I can hardly take it
Hands on my face, overbearing, I can't get out!
Hands on my face, overbearing, I can't
Lost, run at my own cost, hearing laughter, scoffed
Learning from the rush, detached from such and such
Bleak all around me, weak, listening, incomplete
I am not a dog but I'm the one you're dogging
I am in a buried kennel
I have never felt so final
Someone find me, please, losing all reserve
I'm ****ing gone, I think I'm ****ing dying
Hands on my face, overbearing, I can't get out!
Hands on my face, overbearing, I can't
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something in you I despise!
Cut me, show me, enter
I am willing and able and never any danger to myself
Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain
Or was my tolerance a phase? Empathy, out of my way
I can't die!
I can't die!
I can't die!
I can't die!
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something in you I despise!
Despise, despise!
Purity!
Purity!
Purity!
Purity!
Purity!
Purity!
Purity!
Purity!
 
(We are the 801, we are the central shaft)
And we are here to let you take advantage,
Of our lack of craft.
Certain streets have certain corners,
Sooner or later, we'll turn yours.
(We are the 801, we are the central shaft)
And thus throughout two years we've crossed the ocean
In our little craft (Row, row, row)
Now we're on the telephone,
Making final arrangements. (Ding, ding)

Yeah, I don't get it either.
 
“ROCK N ROLL MCDONALD’S…
ROCK N ROLL MCDONALD’S…
ROCK N ROLL MCDONALD’S…
ROCK N ROLL MCDONALD’S!”
 
I see patterns in the wind and in the sand
I see the stars, I read the clouds, I understand
Then the madness overwhelmed (I lost control)
It was cut out for each stain upon my soul

All who died (and everything is alive)
Communion!

I saw a man, I knew his face, he called my name
And the house I'd never seen still looked the same
Then I found all my possessions by the fire
The physical world fell into place, I had all I desired

All who died (and everything is alive)
All who died (and everything is alive)
Communion!

The mind begins to doubt what the heart already knows
Reason gives into rhyme, mind begins to blow
Reoccurring people, numbers, faces
And I abandon all my need for explanation

All who died (and everything is alive)
All who died (and everything is alive)
Communion!
 
I don't really care what they say
I don't really care what they do
I just know I'm sick of this crowd, and of you

The cops they took me and beat me blue
It wasn't what I was or what I do
Watch your step 'cause it could just happen to you

I took a chance on the other side
I got off this downhill slide
I stopped wasting my time, why don't you?

Had a dream, I saw a scheme
Saw a man hang on a beam
Next thing was I woke up screaming

It wasn't what I was or what I do
It wasn't anything to do with you
It was just being alive

I took a chance on the other side
I got off this downhill slide
I stopped wasting my time, why don't you?

You think you'd know by now...
 
An exit lights the sky
The sky becomes complete
Traveling hearts divide the throne
I've forgotten to...

Friction, lines, bumps
The highway song complete
The signs are all turning right
Do you want me to try
Directing your night?
 
“O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.”
 
Pre-flight delight
Defaced street lights
A pyramid mind ****
Don't leave your seats now!

Popcorn everywhere, canned
Cliche people organs rare
Corn everywhere, canned
Cliche people cannot dare
Dare, dare, dare
 
in a middle of a gun fight,
in the center of a restaurant,
they say, "come with your arms raised high"
 
Now dance, ******, dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you'll lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid
 
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