Текст песни
With this incision you will memorize
A personality to plagiarize
Reveal the body waist-deep in the mud
The air inside us making the hot blood
Perhaps the meaning is escaping us
If it is hidden will it wake us up?
To indecision that we hold inside
The indecision that we write and write
Tomorrow morning there's another poem
Triangulation for two who annoy
With laughter of Christian comedians
Perfect description of the median
And who is wailing from the mountainside?
It is the moms who ran away to buy
Who can blame them if they sing that song?
It is the grief of when their baby's gone (Their baby's gone)
Enough of people standing on the wall
The people who reveal the hidden halls
I want to climb above and see the spit
That runs in circles that's surrounding it
The ancient Greeks thought that the mind was made
Of essences that lead to graven ways
Perhaps we come from the same stock and bone
Our spirits wandering without a home