to the center of the earth

or anywhere god decides

full of fever pulling forth

we hear our call as all



and to the center of the earth

as if written in

and dna is reaching out

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 in all

all are scared

scared of all



black rooms are calling

to men in leather coats

white labs are cooking

up the silver ghost

the glass migrates under

her translucent skin

and all the spiders wonder

what we've got us in



all is you

you are all

all with you

you in 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 beats the final coda

of our vinyl storm

one more cherry cola

to lift up her dead arms

a dream of soft focus sunsets

filters through the din

we are losing contact

as she dials it in

she can hear glass calling

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