Eggshell Minds
The Unconsciencely Conceived Conceivables Of A Grey Pulp In A Psychedelic Prison.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Mind My Mind
My fingers
My fingers
They want to write
They want to scream
Alright
My fingers they want to scream
Alright
I want to scream,
There is a cloud
A cloud of thunder
In my mind
Mind my mind
Screaming mind
It want's to write
Alright
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