.I. Memory's out Don't you think I'm loyal? Innocent shout But you know I'm spoiled. Breaking my lungs You are so ambitious.
Virtual trash Seeing you is tempting Ashes of cash And my bills are empty. Poetry junk And some other issues.
My life is fiction...
.chorus. You can be the head of a single head You can sleep all night with no wrong or right You can slip away, you can drive ahead Someone wants me dead. I wonder how long
.II. Selfish success I'm as Black as Francis Spirit of "Yes" While rejecting senses It's not to heal But to make prescription
Memory's lined There's so much to cry on I've changed my mind And I'm sick of trying Practicing skill In it's new edition
We're lost in fiction...
.bridge. My soul had cancer You never answer There is no love So what you dance for?
I've lost my way out Your silence's so loud There is not much For me to say