(w. graber)

Came for the green slop pie - all mixed together
Its that i... nobodys got one yet
You see I was mark merrill
And he was just another who dragged it out far to long to believe
Is it to be... is it to be...
Is it everything I was lead to believe
If its good - then its form without substance
If its clear - its all the thing that you hate...

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All mixed together
With lamps of fire
We fixed another
With laps together
A lapse of reason
Stuck in the mire
If it was easy...
Another liar

Came face to face with death in the washroom
And Im never not alone again
You see another door to door man
Another partial vision
On a mission learned, and only believed
Well its not me... its not me
Its not anything Id pretend to conceive
If its unknown... itll burn in the fire
If hes pure... hes just another liar

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Its all mixed together
But I cannot remember
Walk only where Im sposed to
With fear and only endings...

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