Faces on a round wal with no interogation 
You’ve just kiled your mindand the rope turned insane 
And your parents tel you’re les then joey Smith 
(he’s your best friend) 
 
Waitin’ for the underground a vision approaches 
She asks you to live in a miror question 
Hanging on the cross as Jesus 3 PM friend 
 
For the deads are baptisted with their ilusions 
And God is what we did invent 
Alright man passed by with a hand in his hand now 
And you’re back in heaven, you’re back in prisonland 
 
Don’t know what to do to folow the circle 
Try to eat roses but hurt by their stems and 
like to kil the new generation 
 
Mother earth is shakin’ Maria don’t care 
Couldn’t get reality (caught by) a man with no hair 
And hangin on the cross as jesus 3 pm friend