I believe were crossing the great ravine
Still yearning half way a stranger
I believe in our multiplicty
Still part-blind no reason for anger
I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
A new crop of aerials in dacca and canberra

Why dont you tell me the truth about you

Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene
Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation
Tyranny, crushing the young birds seed
Halloweens mate, short fuse of the banker

Were all spores but were never eunuchs
Loves on the loose deflect the short tunic
And the cameras ruse
Theres no judgement in ignorance I say

Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time
Some trying not receiving someone elses lies
Its my time, yes its my time

(moginie/garrett)

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