I don’t want to speak
I
Just want to retreat
Alone,with my own company
I am the
only one who understands me
I
don’t care,it’s all clean
Now I stare at the spinning slots
On your endless Vegas
The Doctor’s Machine is mean
I don’t
need to save anymore
Except a penny for the ferryman
I don’t need eyes to see
But you need a shock therapy
For
the Belial you deny
Lives on you
It’s not gonna go away
Not even after you cross the Rivers of Hades
I don’t want my voice to be heard
I don’t see you drowning in the soup
On the Captain’s beard
Crossing
the triangles of flames
I saw the way they were tamed
You don’t need to be ashamed,when you lose your
eyes
Don’t be the only one to blame
It’s all clean now
I won’t be around
For the knockout of sound
The spinning slots,slowing down
In the soup,you still drown
All the elements,with me
The irish potatoes,all with me
I don’t need any eyes to see
Crossing
the bridge above the rainbow
I take a bow
The
Mad Scientist’s devices,in dying light
The
burglars,outtasight
When
I cross the Stardust Gates
You
lie abandoned,with the Mean Machine
I’m
gone now,never to be seen
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