On my head, On my head, On my head.
Now I know the times to see the dust carried up with the spirit.
No ones watching with wonder, no one painting the scene.
Capture the moment with the mind.
Stepping stones, the mind a stepping stone.
eyes stoned, eyes so cold, dreaming of dripping
semen cries boy OH/Sea serpent skies in the trolls dream.
Camel wheel spinning, canvas bleeding, do not LOOK.
Gee... I say... That's something to think about.
whats this all about the cannon wheels stop and are stuck.
seeing the head beneath the dirt,
I raise my voice summing the situation up!
see the stars going inside the toilets swirl.
Now I am the crowing crescent stain!
Growing scent strain...
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