I won't, I won't comply to this one, Bent into shapes and shinings I can't, I can't improve On the sun Driving into black eyes and holes in whispers Then again, what's the difference Between cutting and killing and creating? And the dancesteps are meaningless But they spill out anyways Sleep comes and it's meaningless and full of Patches and drifts and pulls Without wholeness, without Without giraffes! Patterns in dream sequences I'm a genius at Green red yellow and Lazy Sunday afternoons. So run away We're cutting and killing and creating From the fingertips of God.

I won't, I won't comply to this one, Bent into shapes and shinings I can't, I can't improve On the sun Driving into black eyes and holes in whispers Then again, what's the difference Between cutting and killing and creating? And the dancesteps are meaningless But they spill out anyways Sleep comes and it's meaningless and full of Patches and drifts and pulls Without wholeness, without Without giraffes! Patterns in dream sequences I'm a genius at Green red yellow and Lazy Sunday afternoons. So run away We're cutting and killing and creating From the fingertips of God.