Dogster

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this was not my idea.

big big war

see how the skulls we build
see how these towers we fill
crash down fury red
the cracks in our hearts and heads
besides you sleep, i slide
a place where we can hide
OH! ELECTRIC SHOCKS NO!
OH! ELECTRIC SHOCKS NO!
smile sticks a kiss
could not stop it
all is not well in the big big war

weekend wars

Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beast that doesn't quiver anymore,
And we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much

Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love

Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hill
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
But it's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars

Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love

I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin

as above so below

Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes
And in the pockets of the tide a meeting place by night

Sequin covered swans, that are used to make their own mosaic's
A ceremony comes:
An exponential fate

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows
as above so below

A whippoorwill will in flight, turns east towards Westphalia
In search of lost time, with the magic of true light

Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our themepark
And falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows
as above so below

Galloping galloping beams faster...
Joining together and still faster...
Onwards past never and still faster...
Always past never and still faster...