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What is the world but clay and slate, its like its here for me to hate, when i could be in exctacy, flicking through false memories.

Give it up and show the night, where we all live without the fright, we gave up all to slowly see, the glimmering, gentle, pleasant me's.

Let us here and let us there, and round the one we go to glare, without the gleam an out the stare, the eyes become so sacred -where?

Give me sound and scrape the kites, the little nights when fury bites, and back to earth we slowly see, mindless, frightened zombies.

oh the sound the sound of fright, it gives us life and lights the night, but without its frightful heights we never could have healed our slights.

Nasty people everywhere, trying hard to wink and glare, failing like a nasty should, jumping jacks; not very good!

If one by one we slowly go, down the rabbid sorrowed hole, we 'll see it here for here's to see, its solid state complexity

What is the world but clay and slate, its like its here for me to hate, when i could be in exctacy, flicking through false memories.

Oh let the world us slowly see a dying, undone malody, without the truth or even swine we will all fall down into wine,

The great unknown we all shall see, be it pleasant for all to feast, we will not miss the grateful dead, for we have met and they have been said.

We are all the simpleicity, idealy just more for me, all can see and all can do the rounded table - just me and you.