Another finger to be pointedAnother voice to be herdAnother finger
It's all in side your headIt's all you wantedSaid that
Last night I talked to youA waste of our timeBut
started lifewith infants eyes and yourunscathed by nothingthe way to
Ha ha!So here, I lay,With a photograph of You and
you were found with the bloodand your hands were redand
hey've got nothing leftit is plain to seethey're wanting for
We've ruined a planet that was once divinefrom the dawn
Double vision,Trippin on my wordsCan't shake it offface to the
PRIMITIVEBack off Back off ya foolAnd let me give you
Everything around me is a negative surroundingInside I'm drowning, away
{….nothings free…rock 'n' roll….the crime….}(mostly indecipherable stuff
Your face. is sweetLike mine is coldwe'll be, Devineand fly
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