(the surrealists were just) nihilists with good imaginations 



i am satisfied hiding in our friends apartment 

only leaving once a day to buy some groceries 

daylight i'm so absent minded nighttime meeting new anxieties 

so am i erasing myself? hope i'm not erasing myself 



guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god 

but which one which one do i choose? 

all the churches fill with losers psycho or confused 

i just want to hold the divine in mine and forget all of the beauty's wasted 



let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant 

we fell back to earth like gravity's bitches 

physics makes us all it's bitches 



guess it would be nice to help in your escape 

from patterns your parent's designed 

all the party people dancing for the indie star 

but he's the worst faker by far 

but in the set i forget all of the beauty's wasted 



guess it could be nice show me that things can be nice you're trapped

you've got my back in the city you've got my back 

cause i don't want to panic



                          Thanks to 5winston@sbcglobal.net for these lyrics