my baby paints herself red she paints her
hair her hair is dead she's living in the
city with the bodies that scream we are all
jesus we all dream see the dancer in there
reeling paint the sky upon the
ceiling
four useless gods upon a day so
blinded by the filth on sunday saying the words
for the idiots you are miracle
drivel optical sewer listens to the flowers
fall paint the words upon the wall
this
is the pulse of fools like you who sound so
red and turn so blue the sound of uselessness
in summer the war is over if you
want
see the dancer see me
reeling paint the sea upon the
ceiling
pulse
my baby paints
herself red she paints her hair her hair is
dead she's living in the city with the
bodies that scream we are all jesus we all
dream see the dancer see me reeling paint
the sky upon the ceiling
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