When I was just a little boy I threw away all of my action toys While a I became obsessed with Operation
With hearts and minds and certain glands You gotta learn to keep a steady hand And thus began my morbid fascination
Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks So real It shoots through steel With rays of dark matter
Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who will be the one who will decide Its true location And does the thought of bile that’s red and black The thought of tongues that taste you back Fill you with a nauseouseous sort of elation
A noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA And every day it’s growing tighter no matter what they do or say And you can shoot right through it with rays of dark matter Just before they kick out the ladder With rays of dark matter Like something catching fire
Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who will be the one who will decide Its true locationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
