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I`m afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here

and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I`m down

The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off

if this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all

I aint gonna crawl->tell them all to forget it tell them that`s

it then call it off cause I`m worried about money and paradigm

stores running low

I ain`t gonna crawl but I`ll lie on the road

so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt

how can I laugh how can I face it right away with everything gone wrong

with everything all over anyway I need some grace

Say goodbye to aesthetic,

better taste and essential self `cause I`m just tired of running

and there`s a time bomb in this head

So just who`s the real killer and what made his paint dry?

It`s kind of hard to imagine Holidays in Neurotica

A slap in the faith, hard, opened hand is the one reality

I can never protect myself from, even in the sparkle yard at end

of day warm summer madness in the bouquet of a dream son,

astral projecting, failing to right wrongs when the whole thing

starts to open up

I ain`t gonna crawl without falling hard, without some pain

whenever the fog breaks and a day takes hold

I just can`t think straight right away maybe I`ll come around...

or not I`m swinging again and all my ex-friends say its psycho-pathetic

and way too gone, almost painless even though I wondered

if something was wrong all along.

I`m afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here

and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I`m down

The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off

if this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all

I aint gonna crawl->tell them all to forget it tell them that`s

it then call it off cause I`m worried about money and paradigm

stores running low

I ain`t gonna crawl but I`ll lie on the road

so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt

how can I laugh how can I face it right away with everything gone wrong

with everything all over anyway I need some grace

Say goodbye to aesthetic,

better taste and essential self `cause I`m just tired of running

and there`s a time bomb in this head

So just who`s the real killer and what made his paint dry?

It`s kind of hard to imagine Holidays in Neurotica

A slap in the faith, hard, opened hand is the one reality

I can never protect myself from, even in the sparkle yard at end

of day warm summer madness in the bouquet of a dream son,

astral projecting, failing to right wrongs when the whole thing

starts to open up

I ain`t gonna crawl without falling hard, without some pain

whenever the fog breaks and a day takes hold

I just can`t think straight right away maybe I`ll come around...

or not I`m swinging again and all my ex-friends say its psycho-pathetic

and way too gone, almost painless even though I wondered

if something was wrong all along.

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