blue stickmen :flustered: crdetis: rt: me cdoing: me soing: animal cannibal from possibly in michigan mayp: termaite father said that this world isn't for me i tried to pray for a new reality so, come to me, we can change night into day a tied-up moth seemed to know a different way oh father tore out the umbilical cord there's nothing left in the bottle keeping me scored we'll abandon the scenery in the rear-view mirror a petty line of white noise pack up your bags and throw out the toys three strikes, and honey, i'm home three voices come from the gramophone a vivisection of me yielded the start of a mystery say hello, honey, i'm home three voices come from the gramophone god returned with the moth chained to his hand there's so many things that you'll never understand so, come to me, we can change night into day you'll hold my hand, so you never go astray god devoured that of father a spider preaching, with poison on its lips to get out of here is to promise me a kiss the abandonment of scenery in the mind of mother so, with advice of the dead and a halo over my head at last, honey, i'm home three voices come all alone a vivisection of me done by god, for all to see say hello, honey, i'm home three voices come all alone a vivisection of me done by god, for all to see a vivisection of me done by god, for all to see
