Short Hair With A Wig

Beyond your twisted mind, what's the appeal? 3 o'clock in the morning, it doesn't sound good Getting ready to happen, I feel like a thief Not going to live like this, that will feel good Turn it off and leave it on, none of it is true Voice through a hospital, but keep your body cured An engine of ambulance, a little hint of death Blood-red reunion, only thing that last Human potential movement, it's killing me We can't unite around any day Torn from your tongue, what is done? Hospital voices I hear, ascend Angel from what you wear hallo with a hair The black horse, the prince, die anywhere Put your hands and raise your fist Choose your wishes wisely, the mythical beast