mounds of feeble trouble drop from the skies   I've seen an ailing nothing where the outer space lies   Powder kegs and marbles [of mumbles?] turn from gray to green eyes   I won't be sentimental   stay at a hospital tonight   hyrdrophonic sonic rhymes   submerge me in the water until i'm free of all crimes   [brussle?] propulsive healthy mouses   gurgle in slime   and fondle all the fishes and make them all cheer up   rage in their souls gotta be controlled   I'm often confused   waves in the pool   burr in my side   make it come back   you make it connect   you make it come true   and that's it   holes in my head   I'm holding my head   and it's slow motion blues   I'm free   I'm free   I'm free   cutting burned spiders   worshipping twine   laughing out the sugars in the sticky strange shrine   drinking mountain cider by the suicide mines   I want to be fighter when the pilots not light up   screaming, sucking, slurping chimes   it often makes me wonder if we'll be through in time   [_?_] boces   gurgle in grime   shoot it like a loon till you make the skin clear up   rage in the soul gotta be controled   and I'm often confused   often confused   waves in the water   burr in my side   make it come back   you make it connect   you make it come true   and that's it   holes in my head   I'm holding my head   and it's coming from you   I'm free   I'm free   I'm free   make it come back   you make it connect   you make it come true   and that's it   holes in my head   I'm holding my head   and it's slow motion blues   I'm free   I'm free   I'm free   I'm free   I'm free   I'm free   I'm free