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Grapefruit said:
I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic.
Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices.
I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis.
Although my sleeps deathless, days seem lifeless.

I Scream at existence, it answers with silence.
Silence to questions without bursts of violence
I’m lost in the maze where I found my reality.
I triumph on self-defeat, I beat my self gradually.
I drove myself mad, searching for sanity.
I lost my way home while exploring the galaxies.
I’m fueling these fires that burn my mentality.
My muse is abuse in a long road of tragedies.
I drown in the depths of my bitter self knowledge.
I used all my bravery trying to have courage.
I seek for forgiveness, but beg to be punished.
I fight for my freedom, while chained to these gutters.
I find all my comforts in deep insecurities.
I spoilt what’s beautiful, looking for impurities.
I’m buried in the lie, trying to live my life truthfully.
I sail my ship alone and I’m still having mutinies.
I’m wearing a disguise, hiding from the phonies.
I’m hiding from myself, but I’m scared of being lonely.
The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.
My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.

I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic.
Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices.
I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis.
Although my sleeps deathless, my days seem lifeless.

Although I keep aging, memories are timeless.
I drink to forget, an empty bottle’s my reminder.
I live for the wisdom and die trying to hide from it.
My theories are terminal, my lifestyle’s survivalist.
I’m weary of science, but a slave to the scientists.
I dig my own grave, but too afraid to lie in it.
Straight from the snake pit, into the Lion’s den.
Fighting the beast, ‘cos it won’t let the violence end.
Searching for peace in a war torn environment.
Holding the torch that no one’s igniting yet.
Walking into darkness, scared ‘cos I’m fearless.
Fighting with the demon’s even though they ain’t appeared yet.
Trying to see it clearly when I’ve never got a clear head.
So far from living, yet I’m so scared to greet death.
Sure that I’ll drown with this strange urge to seek depth.
Wisdom’s invisible, I’m still trying to see sense!
Trapped in procedures, we take to gain freedom.
Fighting for strength, yet way beyond healing.
Searching for love, even though I can’t receive it.
Preaching the truth, unsure if I believe it.

“Man is an animal that busies himself among forbidden things.

Then an angel falls. To begin meaningless.

Spectres with heads of flame.

Then silence.

And stillness.

And, night.

Over the Universe.”

Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.

A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.

The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.

My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.

Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.

A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.

The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.

My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.

Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.

Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.

Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.

Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.

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circastes said:

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Grapefruit said:
I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic.
Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices.
I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis.
Although my sleeps deathless, days seem lifeless.

I Scream at existence, it answers with silence.
Silence to questions without bursts of violence
I’m lost in the maze where I found my reality.
I triumph on self-defeat, I beat my self gradually.
I drove myself mad, searching for sanity.
I lost my way home while exploring the galaxies.
I’m fueling these fires that burn my mentality.
My muse is abuse in a long road of tragedies.
I drown in the depths of my bitter self knowledge.
I used all my bravery trying to have courage.
I seek for forgiveness, but beg to be punished.
I fight for my freedom, while chained to these gutters.
I find all my comforts in deep insecurities.
I spoilt what’s beautiful, looking for impurities.
I’m buried in the lie, trying to live my life truthfully.
I sail my ship alone and I’m still having mutinies.
I’m wearing a disguise, hiding from the phonies.
I’m hiding from myself, but I’m scared of being lonely.
The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.
My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.

I’m the space man cowboy, psychedelic psychic.
Paranoid, schizoid, counting all my vices.
I’m fighting all my blessings, I’m caught up in a crisis.
Although my sleeps deathless, my days seem lifeless.

Although I keep aging, memories are timeless.
I drink to forget, an empty bottle’s my reminder.
I live for the wisdom and die trying to hide from it.
My theories are terminal, my lifestyle’s survivalist.
I’m weary of science, but a slave to the scientists.
I dig my own grave, but too afraid to lie in it.
Straight from the snake pit, into the Lion’s den.
Fighting the beast, ‘cos it won’t let the violence end.
Searching for peace in a war torn environment.
Holding the torch that no one’s igniting yet.
Walking into darkness, scared ‘cos I’m fearless.
Fighting with the demon’s even though they ain’t appeared yet.
Trying to see it clearly when I’ve never got a clear head.
So far from living, yet I’m so scared to greet death.
Sure that I’ll drown with this strange urge to seek depth.
Wisdom’s invisible, I’m still trying to see sense!
Trapped in procedures, we take to gain freedom.
Fighting for strength, yet way beyond healing.
Searching for love, even though I can’t receive it.
Preaching the truth, unsure if I believe it.

“Man is an animal that busies himself among forbidden things.

Then an angel falls. To begin meaningless.

Spectres with heads of flame.

Then silence.

And stillness.

And, night.

Over the Universe.”

Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.

A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.

The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.

My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.

Trapped in a labyrinth, cold and lonely.

A thousand years of nothing, eternally controls me.

The world’s like a cell God created just to hold me.

My life’s like a game where my death is the trophy.

Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.

Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.

Praise Judy Clay, we shall not grow weary.

Burnt from within, it’s The Wiccaman Theory.

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn.

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wow

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The Chronic said:

I close my eyes
only for a moment
and the moment's gone
all my dreams
pass before my eyes a curiosity
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind

Same old song
just a drop of water
in the endless sea
all we do
crumbles to the ground
though we refuse to see
dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind

Now, don't hang on
nothing last forever
but the earth and sky
it slips away

And all your money
won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind
dust in the wind
everything is dust in the wind

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Gotta love that one