There's gonna be a World War Three one more world war and I get killed in World War Three I get killed Here's how the whole thing starts religion gets
Awake because You came to me I'll ache until You come through me Drunk because You kiss me and grace begins to kill me and I am so in love I want to
There is nothing in between us when we sleep Every night the bliss begins to leak Nothing in between us when we laugh it's something that our head will
It was easy when I thought I had to go somewhere to find You now I learn I must attend to my own funeral So You may look through these eyes and draw breath
When the gut is empty it makes a person sick our hunger is the same we are here to eat each other's pain with mercy When the tears are tasted their poison
God is Spirit Spirit is everything even the Devil Hell is fear what to do? You're not in it it's in you even the Devil and God Good and Bad are empty
You people come here from hell and hinter to see the sites and point your finger I just met you but I know where you're from Something tells me you
I was a curious boy with a wandering mind on a hungry search undefined in a rigid school full of concrete thought, a structured day and all that brought
my Sine-Aid tablets 'Don't take other's inventory', 'Thanks for sharing your sick story' If I bluff I know they'll call it, 'I'm Stuart, I'm an alcoholic
The rapture didn't come at once we slowly fell awake fell awake in each other's ache and what appeared was simply this: A Light that cannot be eclipsed
Forget "Creation", forget "Big Bang" and the chance mutations of Darwin's gang the Universe is made of notes that only exist in someone's throat mmm...
The dogs are still expecting your father is a general Benjamin's a murderer Your sister is a sponge your mother is worker Jonah, I ran into your mom,
It was a costume party where we first met and you were some kinda mermaid fish "What a set of gills," I said, "Man, what a seafood dish," I dropped my
Get high on ether when there's no one in the house pretend it's the big one at the moment you pass out It's just rehearsal, but it's comforting somehow
I need a mother and a nurse I need a girlfriend with a shotgun in her purse I need a rug that doesn't stain I need a muffler for my brain I need Geraldo
For three months in '92 when I was such a wreck I spent endless evenings with my face draped against your neck It hurt when I was empty and friends just
Narcoleptic Mary drops her head in sudden jerks at the table in the mansion's old estate Her face is in the soup and as she wakes she hears the laughter
The only reason that it's scary getting old is people treat you like you're too big to hold and you still feel just like a kid You call my bluff when