The Crystalline Castles in front of my eyes warp my true perspective,
The Management, those Animals, can't manage this Collective.
They say I'm stupid, say I'm Daft, but I am just a Punk,
The Red Hot Peppers burn my ears with all that crimson funk.
My Fires hot, my Arcades not, but I still think it's dead
I listen to the Radio, don't listen to my Head
Ubiquitously, you picture me in my Synergistic glory.
I had a Stroke from too much coke, but that's another story.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
The Crystalline Castles in front of my eyes warp my true perspective,
The Management, those Animals, can't manage this Collective.
They say I'm stupid, say I'm Daft, but I am just a Punk,
The Red Hot Peppers burn my ears with all that crimson funk.
My Fires hot, my Arcades not, but I still think it's dead
I listen to the Radio, don't listen to my Head
Ubiquitously, you picture me in my Synergistic glory.
I had a Stroke from too much coke, but that's another story.
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