Lyrics: christian james/Randy Findell
Music: christian james/Randy Findell
I won't even say sorry
I'll just dream about it
Hit me with the needle
Make me bleed and make me doubt it
Fill me with the fear of God
Or drape me with the fabric
Posted in the sacristy
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Media is God and I don't give a **** about him
Walketh in the darkness thru the field of burning ashes
Deliver me from evil put the cross inside my casket
Hex the hematoma in my arm with Satan's magic
Think I want the latest trend in fact I gotta have it
I love politicians corporations I love plastic
Chase Manhattan Bank said that they're gonna save the planet
Plug in me in the matrix til I'm hollow or I'm fattened
You tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles
It bends expression till it feels like a circus
You're so lost in specifics that you forget the purpose
I said it and I meant it but does that mean it's working?
'Cause if you're off the wheel you're in the maze, we're all vermin
It's so ****ed up
The less that I know the more
It's best to just close the door
Your eyes bags accrued some credit
Don't tell me who I can let in
Dozing off in the static
The past ius inside the present
Pried open your third eye!
Is it working?
Imma let it be
Imma grind my teeth
I'm a mango tree
In the quantum field
I might oscillate
I might drop my gaze
I might be displaced
I am spinning plates
You tear me apart
I'm running in circles
I'm running in circles