Thursday, April 21, 2005

The streets of my thought are patrolled by my mind
But the drivers are distracted, infected they're blind
So now our faith has come down, to money, fire, pipe and a big rock
So now, in haste we do frown, it's funny, the life we started and can't stop
When I find out, the world that I should know
I cry, sober to see that world as it's bestowed
We're fallin back, back behind the evolution
Power for brains is this the kind of substitution

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