Talk about the space and time within our mind
Then you'll find the perfect rhyme, so devine.
The landscapes of envy that we portray
Disolved into the ground upon a day
And yet we all are....
Swaying in a Bombay flux
Don't tell me about our looks recieved
From the next of kin
Which we decie-----ve.
The fate of the world on my shoulders.
Where will I be when I get older?
You'll be sound
Of which I'm Prou------d.
Feel the weight of my mind, within my thi---rd eye
We rant and rave of things portrayed; so devine.
Pass me down the fits and here I'll sit
In your unholy prescence, my evangelescance.
With You-----------
Swaying in a Bombay flux
Don't tell me about our looks recieved
From the next of kin
Which we decie-----ve.
The fate of the world on my shoulders.
Where will I be when I get older?
You'll be sound
Of which I'm Prou------d.
Expansion of the body and soul, I feel so very old
And I wave the right to be devoid of the hole within my head
It fills me with love and dread of us......
I stare at your unholy frame, though I don't feel tame
I only want to be with you-------
Swaying in a Bombay flux
Don't tell me about our looks recieved
From the next of kin
Which we decie-----ve.
The fate of the world on my shoulders.
Where will I be when I get older?
You'll be sound
Of which I'm Prou------d.
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