, for what comes next, another fucking snitch in a day-glow vest. Happiness is behind me it's impossible to find, so I sit and search for clarity in this distorted mind
She enjoyed the race [III. War Inside My Head] Napalm showers Showed the cowards We weren't there to mess around Through heat exhaustion And mind distortion
Napalm showers Showed the cowards We weren't there to mess around Through heat exhaustion And mind distortion A military victory mounted on innocent
Calling, distorting Reach the ends for you Burn a hole right through Talking, we keep talking Filling empty space In this lonley frame As the image fades
life cycle and the mandatory grind My sanity's fine, just falling short of stamina I'm Searching for some food for thought to feed this famine of mind
Distorted voice: your own reality we all came tonight - to this celebration because we are a part of the new generation close your eyes - and you
THROUGH THE MIRROR OF MY MIND TIME AFTER TIME I SEE REFLECTIONS OF YOU AND ME (REFLECTIONS OF) THE WAY LIFE USED TO BE (REFLECTIONS OF) THE LOVE YOU
and I Promise you, you promise me backin' and why Did it all fall apart in just a matter of time... So I'm thinking maybe You've made up your mind 'Cause you're distort (distort
laughing and I Promise you, you promise me backin and why Does it all fall apart in just a matter of time... So I'm thinking maybe You've made up your mind 'Cause you're distort (distort
that bee and where's that honey? Where's my God and where's my money Unreal values, crass distortion Unwed mothers need abortion Kind of brings to mind
closing in again Freefall as I close my eyes Voices talking many lies Changing my course Blurred and scorched Breathing exhaust As we distort By gravity
in again Freefall as I close my eyes Voices talking many lies Changing my course Blurred and scorched Breathing exhaust As we distort By gravity Of
some closure Wanted dead or alive here's my profile Hostile is the frame for my state of grace Severly a mental disorder where reality is highly distorted Psychosis weaken the mind
me some closure Wanted dead or alive is my profile Hostile is the frame for my state of grace so feebly a mental disorder where reality is highly distorted psychosis weak in the mind
run a mile My distortion Everything is Disproportioned Swallow ? break All is back again Everything is closer More is just the same And I can hear it It is raining mind