My God, how far can baby burn the nooses, what for?
My God, do turn his welling loose and not bend to the bottom of the world
Where he is undisturbed, cause I had my own and I can't tell
There's nothing there to delusion, babe
It's just a movement, babe
And such a ruin is the way of traveling loose
Who said what she did?
We children bear the rules and run the path of pain
No space to stare at the truth and not bend to the ragged home
Where you learn your word to play, three cars ride in a swimming pool
There's nothing there to delusion, babe
It's just a movement, babe
And such a ruin is the way of traveling loose
I've been brought up clean and organized, I've been
Each December satisfied, I've had wishes granted, none denied
I've been blown down south and disnified, I sailed 20 seas a deep denial
Million frequent flyer miles and a gauntlet built of grocery eyes
And a walking wall of guilt and bile, tell me you're not the same as me
Did you pay your dues and delete? Did you wash your hands of blood and greed?
And stumble back in time of need, you are a clever imitation
Mine from photographs, DVDs, you are sort of repetition tied to
32 inch plasma string, it's a delusion, babe
It's a delusion, it's a delusion, babe
It's a delusion, it's a delusion, it's a delusion
It's an illusion, it's an illusion, it's an illusion, it's an illusion.
It's an illusion, it's an illusion, it's an illusion, it's an illusion.
