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If you have any lyric ideas but they don't really seem to go anywhere or they're incomplete, put them here.
 
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Fried eggs on a china plate<br />
 
Spin off into empty space<br />
 
Towards a moon that's made of cheese<br />
 
And sails upon the seven seas<br />
 
 
CHORUS<br />
 
 
An overdose of Dali<br />
 
An overdose of Dali<br />
 
An overdose of Dali<br />
 
It's freakin' me out<br />
 
An overdose of Dali<br />
 
An overdose of Dali<br />
 
An overdose of Dali<br />
 
It's makin' me doubt (the true nature of reality)<br />
 
 
There is a city on a hill<br />
 
I see it from my windowsill<br />
 
It floats high up above the beach<br />
 
But there's nothing underneath<br />
 
 
The clocks begin to twist and melt<br />
 
All time turns back on itself<br />
 
Spindly-legged elephants<br />
 
Trample swarms of tiny ants<br />
 
 
The earth begins to shake and crack<br />
 
From it the newborn child is hatched<br />
 
Has he come to save mankind?<br />
 
Or does is he from the Devil's mind?<br />
 
 
Christ, the way and light and truth<br />
 
Suspended on a hypercube<br />
 
I look on him and see his pain<br />
 
It screams inside my squirming brain<br />
 

Latest revision as of 06:39, 19 January 2012

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?