I have to say - With no thought to kill
The world in it's twisted way - can sound... perfectly shrill
Its kind of a madness - time marches on
all these silly emotives - yesterday's gone.
Imagination - in a streaming formation
all looking like patterns and post cards
you'll like-me or love me - it is not like it matters
the truth is hoping - I come inbetween
Exposing this portrait - a changling impressionist
waiting for no-one - while looking for someone, while looking for someone
One can keep the keys - as one tries to please
it's a subtle conundrum (that I)
Have to know - Without the thought to feel
The stream is a flow - an endless meal
The future is hope - may be just dope
as we fly right on out of here - never caring to cope
One can hold the keys - as one tries to please
it's a subtle conundrum for as - far as the I can see
We're adaptive to change - with the will to survive
in a portrait of cells - we live in a hive
I have to feel - in spawning a spore
expanding the line - and leaving my thoughts, here in design
Imagination - in a streaming formation
all lookin' like patterns and post cards
Moonlight shadows - a shifting veil
it's the birth of time - with every travail.
no-one to really hold us - with warmth we always (really) need
who is the one to trust - on return to cosmic dust. (3)
One can hold the keys - as one tries to please
it's a subtle conundrum - for as far as the eyes can see
Galactic Path - thru Parsing Suns
We'll scatter here and there a - cross the milky way
In Galactic Time - thru Parsing Suns
We'll scatter here and there a - cross the milky way
We'll scatter here and there a - cross the milky way
We'll scatter here and there a - cross the milky way
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