Abberation
Mood:  lyrical
where do you run to
where do you hide
when you're freed of the world
that you've designed
dimoku expanding with the universe
black holes gestating in my chest
if I'm a reflection of what I see
if she's a rapist what does that make me
It's the prophecy that makes it true
you are me and eye am you
fake with me
break with me
bake a language cake with me
and even though it scares us so
it'll all be gone before we know

The space between the masses
Mood:  lyrical
The glowing light that sparkles so
It mines your mind
you do not know
up you go
i'll let you fly
but only for so long
Are you in there
you look like a blimp to me
red light can make you fly
or blue light can try
Oh doctor , preacher
don't make me cry
get me high again

Who owns the truth?
the F.B.I.? C.I.A.? J.F.K.? B.T.K.?
don't tell me just get me high again

If I go to school will I grow up
to be a toy for you
say the word and I will laugh
say the word and I will cry
say the word and I will hate

The space between the masses
don't look now
the space between the masses
sociological hyper space
sometimes I catch a glimpse of her face
she told me that we die forever
we're never dead
we die forever