i dont need cosmo magazines,
because playboys do the job.
i need freedom from the machine,
working people into an angry mob.
help me, kill you,
help you, kill me,
killer van painted blue,
other colors i can see.
red moon on the rise,
as the blue sun sets,
run around in disguise,
stay awake never rest.
fire dragons inside,
cold sweat feeling,
its the long ride,
this is the ending.
help me, kill you,
help you, kill me,
killer van painted blue,
other colors i can see.
contract killing,
the way to be.
dental filling,
i cant even see.
open the door,
do the job,
i'll fall on the floor,
and start to sob.