Music is a safe kind of high.
Well, obviously religion must come from inside.
You got your God and so do I.
I use to live in a room full of mirrors, all I could see was me.
Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me.