To the center of the earth
Or anywhere god decides
Full of fever pulling forth
We hear our call as all

To the center of the earth
As if written in
DNA is reaching out
To your frequency

I want to live
Don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try

All in prayer
Prayer in all
All are scared
Scared of all

Black rooms are calling
To men in leather coats
White labs are cooking up the silver ghost
The glass migrates under her translucent skin
And all the spiders wonder what we've got us in

All is you
You are all
All with you

You in all
I want to live
I don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try

so, it's all very obtuse
because it's all like, like, i don't know
so, like, i started thinking
that everything i operate on
is based on what i believe god was telling me to do

god could be my intuition or whatever
but i always a__ume
i always a__ume that the voice i hear is the voice of god
then i started thinking

what if i'm insane
so i'm operating on the premise
that i'm hearing the voice of god
or what i perceive to be god speaking to me
or through me

but maybe i'm completly in...
so all my...
demagoguery in my life about me thinking that my life has importance
my, my..

thinking that my life has importance
my, my, my thought of it
and the fact that i believe that i'm following my intuition
which in and of itself may be completely false

so then i started freaking out thinking...
of itself may be completely false
and again this creature that believes that he's acting upon

heavenly intuition, but meanwhile he's totally rampant
and i started thinking maybe this is the cause
of all the negativity against...
and i started thinking maybe this is the cause

of all the negativity against...
and i started thinking maybe this is the cause
of all the negativity against...

So beats the final coda
Of a vintl storm
One more cherry cola to lift up her dead arms
A dream of sot focus sunsets filters thru the din

We are losing contact as she dials it in
She can hear glass calling
Or is it someone that looks like him
She eyes tv reflection and nods a knowing look

She says it doesn't matter
She never liked her looks
I have seen a thousand fractures
I have seen everything

Cause knowing is it's own answer
Love something in a book
There's not much left to ponder
Not much left to cook

As she counted the spiders
As they crawled up inside her
As she counted the spiders
As they crawled up inside her

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