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The Smashing Pumpkins Miscellaneous Glass And The Ghost Children To the center of the earth Or anywhere God decides Full of fever pulling forth We hear our call as all To the center of the earth As if written in DNA is reaching out To your frequency I want to live Don't want to die I want to live I want to try All in prayer Prayer in all All are scared Scared of all Black rooms are calling To men in leather coats White labs are cooking Up the silver ghost The glass migrates under Her translucent skin And all are spiders Wonder what we've got us in All is you You are all All with you You in all I want to live I don't want to die I want to live I want to try "So it's all very obtuse, because it's all, like, I don't know. So, like, I started thinking that everything I operate on is based on what I believe God was telling me to do. God could be my intuition or whatever, but I always assume, I always assume that the voice I hear is the voice of God. Then I started thinking, what if I'm insane? So I'm operating on the premise that I'm hearing the voice of God or what I perceive to be God speaking to me or through me, but maybe I'm completely in...so all my...demagoguery in my life about me thinking that my life has importance, my, my...thinking that my life has importance. My--my--my thought of it and the fact that I believe I'm following my intuition which in and of itself may be completely false. So then I started freaking out, thinking--of itself may be completely false. And again this creature that believes he's acting upon heavenly intuition but meanwhile he's totally rampant. And I started thinking maybe this is the cause of all the negativity against--and I started thinking maybe this is the cause of all the negativity against--and I started thinking maybe this is the cause of all the negativity against..." So meets the final coda of a vinyl storm One more cherry cola to lift up her dead arms A dream of soft focus, sunsets filters through the din We are losing contact as she dials it in She can hear glass calling, or is it someone that looks like him? She eyes TV reflection, and nods a knowing look She says it doesn't matter, she never liked her looks I have seen a thousand fractures, I have seen everything 'Cause knowing is its own answer, love something in a book There's not much left to ponder, not much left to cook As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her |
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