(w. graber)      Came for the green slop pie - all mixed together   It's that i... nobody's got one yet   You see I was mark merrill   And he was just another who dragged it out far to long to believe   Is it to be... is it to be...   Is it everything I was lead to believe   If it's good - then it's form without substance   If it's clear - it's all the thing that you hate...      [chorus]   All mixed together   With lamps of fire   We fixed another   With laps together   A lapse of reason   Stuck in the mire   If it was easy...   Another liar      Came face to face with death in the washroom   And I'm never not alone again   You see another door to door man   Another partial vision   On a mission learned, and only believed   Well it's not me... it's not me   It's not anything I'd pretend to conceive   If it's unknown... it'll burn in the fire   If he's pure... he's just another liar      [chorus]      It's all mixed together   But I cannot remember   Walk only where I'm s'posed to   With fear and only endings...      [chorus]