Can't think a straight line beyond the hill/ it seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind/ a thrill almost in my reach/ if there's a way i
could/ feel the face of intelligence/ i'm a man, i would understand/ what a good head says...you're no me/ can't see the forest for all/
the green, it all gets in my way/ can't dig a desert without/ the need for old religion, for holy grails/ and a jesus nail through the head/
for all the pain and misguided faith/ my mind erased before i had time/ to waste my afternoon
Every thirty days a light goes on / and brightens my backyard a yellow/ dying sun/ i bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood/ on
some other plane i have/ become affected drawn and strange/ i'm inclined to blame/ my mother for dressing me like a girl/ i don't know
maybe that's kind of weird
A teenage breakdown without the will/ or without thinking/ taking low roads and coloured pills/ always searching/ maybe then i would
find / a place in this mess/ it swells a vein that the only things/ that are keeping me awake/ are re-runs of the mod squad and cartoons