Time Circus.
I’m coming home.
I’m Forgetting how this alien world works, or am I remembering?
Am I coming back or going away?
Can you understand the words that I say.
Often they hold things in code that i’ve gotten too lazy to decode.
I’m not the only one who wants to save the world.
I’m coming home.
Are these feelings what burned holes in my brain?
Why cant I just be sober?
When will this be over?
Kill yourself, we said it, go get it.
Kill yourself, I said it, I’ll do it.
Forget their rules, just do it.
Just do it.
I’m coming home.
The world is a complicated thing.
Sometimes you are a victim.
Sometimes you are the authority.
Sometimes you’re senseless,
sometimes you see-
sometimes you sense this.
These drugs are an interesting thing.
Do they ever make you feel like you’re dieing?
I guess I just havnt gotten my fill yet, even though I want to stop.
I cant let myself think about it too long I’ll get heart sick if I dont stick with the drug diet I exhibit.
