It's in blood
I suppose
Breaking jars
I'm no good
As the prodigal son
And I know that you're mesmerized
You had a vision, made these laws
And sanitized, are we above desires
I miss him so
You are so fucked
It has begun
Revolution crawls
All over you
I was listening
You light up the sky
And scrape out your skull
Your lovely face
Will never be claimed thrice
And we're so unlikely to
Upon my wrists I bear the cross
My losses mount as I climb across the home
Of my own soul
I'll claim my prize
I don't exist
I am divine
A ghost with eyes
[Billy: Yeah, Vietnam.]
[James: You headin' to Vietnam?]
[Unknown: Yes, I need to be at the co-op.]
[Unknown: Thanks dude.]
[Jimmy: I'm jungle-drummed out, man.]
