Trying to be Fair :
Look over the golden mountains..to obey your lust and turn on's..for that
your eyes will meet a solid blue..and silk winds will blow a mind
apart..smashed in pieces..thousand eyes you will become..looking over me
over you over all that is with that golden song..whisper a melody through a
thin air of me who needs you and you trying to see me..trying to play it
fair.
Vomit your green passions over me..vomit your red ego ..swallow my
sea..swallow my trees swallow my moon and stars..dont swallow your
mountains..cause the ego needs to see its own victory...looking over golden
mountains..to obey your hunger and disease..for that your eyes will meet a
fragile white..and heavy winds will blow a mind in only one piece..smashed
together..one eye you will become..looking over me over you over all that is
with that golden song..screaming your silence through the thick air of me
who is you..and you trying to be me..trying to be fair.
