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Or does is he from the Devil's mind? | Or does is he from the Devil's mind? | ||
| − | Christ, the | + | Christ, the living Son of God<br /> |
Suspended on a cubist cross<br /> | Suspended on a cubist cross<br /> | ||
I look on him and see his pain<br /> | I look on him and see his pain<br /> | ||
It screams inside my squirming brain | It screams inside my squirming brain | ||
Revision as of 20:14, 27 January 2008
If you have any lyric ideas but they don't really seem to go anywhere or they're incomplete, put them here.
A man in suit and tie
Fits nicely amongst the cubes
No matter his disposition
As long as he has a paper position
Trained monkeys they are one and all
Some they rise, some they fall
Heeding to the promotion call
The masses of the office
I feel deaf
I feel dumb
I feel enclosed
I feel numb
I'm so cold
Chilled to the bone
I'm so afraid of being left alone
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are these demons trying to haunt us?
Why are you?
Why am I?
Why is there no way out?
Fried eggs on a china plate
Spin off into empty space
Towards a moon that's made of cheese
And sails upon the seven seas
There is a city on a hill
I see it from my windowsill
It floats high up above the beach
But there's nothing underneath
The clocks begin to twist and melt
All time turns back on itself
Spindly-legged elephants
Trample swarms of tiny ants
The earth begins to shake and crack
From it the newborn child is hatched
Has he come to save mankind?
Or does is he from the Devil's mind?
Christ, the living Son of God
Suspended on a cubist cross
I look on him and see his pain
It screams inside my squirming brain
