Glass And The Ghost Children

To the center of the earth

Or anywhere god decides

For the fever pulling forth

We hear our call is all

And to the center of the earth

As if written in

And DNA is regenomed

To your frequency

I want to live

And don't want to die

I want to live

I want to try

All in prayer

Prayer ends all

All are scared

Scared of love

Black room are calling

To men in leather coats

White labs are cooking

Up the silver golds

The glass migrates under

A translucent skin

And all the spiders wonder

What we've got us in

All is you

You are all

All with you

You ends all

I want to live

I don't want to die

I want to live

I want to try

So, it's all very obtuse

Because it's all like, like, I don't know

So, like, I started thinking

That everything I operate on

Is based on what I believe god was telling me to do

God could be my intuition or whatever

But I always assume

I always assume that the voice I hear is the voice of god

Then I started thinking

What if I'm insane

So I'm operating on the premise that I'm hearing the voice of god

Or what I perceive to be god speaking to me or through me

But maybe I'm completly in...

So all my...

Demagoguery in my life about me thinking that my life has importance

My, my..

Thinking that my life has importance

My, my, my thought of it

And the fact that I believe that I'm following my intuition

Which in and of itself may be completely false

So then I started freaking out thinking...

Of itself may be completely false

And again this creature that believes that he's acting upon

Heavenly intuition, but meanwhile he's totally rampant

And I started thinking maybe this is the cause

Of all the negativity against...

And I started thinking maybe this is the cause

Of all the negativity against...

And I started thinking maybe this is the cause

Of all the negativity against...

So meets the final coda

Of our vinyl storm

One more cherry cola

To lift up our dead arms

A dream of soft-focused sunsets

Filters through the din

We are losing contact

As she dials it in

She can hear glass callin'

Or is it someone that looks like him

She eyes tv reflection

And nods a knowing look

She says it doesn't matter

She'd never liked her looks

I have seen a thousand fractures

I have seen everything

Cause knowing is its own answer

Love something in a book

There's not much left to ponder

Not much left to cook

As she counted the spiders

As they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders

As they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders

As they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders

As they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders

As they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders, oh