Freakazoid Skeleton…

 

INTERNAL:

I imagine how it would be. In this world that I see.

Without cars and money and greed.

It would be a place without people.

You know the Indians had it down.

They never abused the sacred ground.

What do we care now

Why should we care now

No one even cares now.

The only way to save the Earth is to give ourselves to the Earth.

But I need a new TV. I need a new home. I need a new everything.

And god damn it, it will be mine.

But hey I have running water, I have a refrigerator, a microwaver, a calculator, a piece of paper, Space Invaders, Schwarzenegger, that holy savior- what an instigator,

I need a favor. A little favor.

Give it all up.

Give it all up.

Give it, give it, give it.

Let go..

Internal are we. As we spread the seed. And the things we need. And the things we need.

The end is always near.  We may as well get our kicks while we’re here.

Internal in the eyes that see nothing.  Blind like the daydream seeker.

Exploding into the final thrill with no resolve.  As we penetrate the sacred ground. 

You know the Indians had it down. 

Like the silence of fresh snow. 

And now as we drive through town. 

We have no where else to go.

 

The highway blanks our mind with daydreams and, of time.

 

 

 

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