| A Paranoid Slice of Flaming Delusions (By Me) |
| (1, 2, 3, 4 Oh my god) Your crimson lips Your fiery eyes The red as you've sliced me From side to side I sit here and linger In this gathering pool But I've an advantage for now over you It's all an illusion, a dream for a day 'Cos I'm not there now And neither are they The walls growing flatter The sun in it's house Am I just a cinder in your flaming fools house? The air's thick and dry And hot from your fire That no longer burns me It's your funeral pyre Screams and shouts ring But grow muffled and blurry As your flawless diagonal turns cold in a hurry Your gorgeous face turns Ashen like your hands And your fiery red look 's now a nauseous cyan It's only tonight You wilt like a fire 'Cos you're not there now And neither (neither, neither, neither) |