I Feel Victory I'd bet a grand on the outcome, I'm overcome I Feel Victory Take a chance in the trenches, these crocs trample muscle, brawn, that's spirit! I Feel Victory Gotta thank Jehovah over and over at the conference I Feel Victory A hormone injection at last, I'm ripplin' muscle, brawn, that's spirit! Wet field sponge My team is tops They're slidin', double effort, they're slidin' Butt-slappin', the maximum

In the cross hairs - I can see it there Planes in trouble - Planes in the mirror Premiere lights - The search is out of site Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Zim Zoom I hear the Sonic Boom Helicopters - Fighting in the air Through the canyon - Of geometric spapes One direct hit - Shatters on site Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Zim Zoom I hear the Sonic Boom Loud explosive, transient sound The shockwave, traveling sound At supersonic speed it is traveling The sound sphere I hear Traveled big maze - Cans were brought back To the wharehouse - Inside is the Astrocade Double daring - Shooting on site Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Zim Zoom I hear the Sonic Boom

I stride by - The temperature on the face is all wrong Pens run out and I smell the ink stink Under fake decor - I creep with strangers on the crushed floor Through the channels the hardcases must wait Behind thick glass - I see dirty profit Eyes are worried, transactions hurried The bank clock made it rain The stale air - Soft currents they carry bad news Sucking sums from those of us identified The eye stares - If I pre-destroy it Pours from the place the pyramids tower All safes jam - In the back offices the suits faint The cloud cracks but this time it's inside The bank clock made it rain

We got naked, in a child's bed - Took some color shots My eyes are bags, half closed on me - We seem to see through it Bad-toothed woman, relationship open - Thanks for the crummy bread crusts I have learned only a handfull I revealed I knew it would happen How many hours will it take I have learned I have learned Sexy european, in a brown jacket - Zippers on sleeves broken On the eve I received, my Roman rings - She blew up a wee bit I'm in a lodge hall, nine rows wide - Clear cup of red wine please I have learned only a handfull I revealed I knew it would happen How many hours will it take I have learned I have learned

Black is the color of a brand new car Black is the frequent mood at the goth bar Won't wash out the color won't fade All the frequencies point from grey Red on the walls it's my new favorite color Red is the meat that will poison me Won't wash out watch the brightness fade No faded devotion, the pink stains I'm using the chemical wheel No turns vibrations or Ezekiel Green is the color of the short term Green is the color cigarettes should burn When I wear I want the hand to share I will wait for the true time there Blue is the color I most fear Blue is reckless, it's everywhere No more jaywalking, no more cuts The corners stay sharp, no more cuts I'm using the chemical wheel No turns vibrations or Ezekiel

Oh, this headache, I'm flat on the floor I've got inaction, the stairs they are foothills Stinking every sheet up with sweat Pale yellow thin and dead Fake hips can't help There are devils in the basement Paint fumes take the shape of alters I need dry clothes but, I can't get myself to go back down I couldn't get up - I couldn't get up I ate popsicles - I drank electrolites I ate apples - All sliced up Looked like a lipschitz - When I got though I couldn't get up - I couldn't get up I ate aspirin - I took Ibuprofin I watched cable - All month long I couldn't get up - I still couldn't get up

You explain, you're only part of a section I remain, there's no better drug than home You're frozen there, your mind floating into the room I'm frozen here, my mind sinking into my shoes Don't be randy My forehead leaning, on the window sill Beleive me I'm thinking, of the way we searched the sky Far down, and out of this sunlight Far down, and out of this sunlight Don't be randy I feel sure, that there's something on the tip of my mind In that sense, this section doesn't make sense I'm searching for, your section in this sunlight I'm searching for, your section in this sunlight I am the goddess you seek - Find a way to me You must see what I see - Bring on the psychic theory You drop like a rock - Exit the chance The chance for emphatic destiny

They're a scanning session And they're sitting at the bar They've got descriptions written On index cards Video hidden, and the door is locked Take a look in the red room, it's still farther off What kind of life is that to remote view An open catalog Of the feelings so far I'll access the ones That'll keep me on guard Video hidden, and the door is locked Take a look in the red room, it's still farther off What kind of life is that to remote view

I am on earth, receiving bursts of magnet power Down it showers I am on tape, request erased by the magnet power Down it showers I'm pulled along a path - Jon Carson's Internet Lie I'm a robot made out of metal - My memory erased By the Power The Magnet Power I am alert, my mind unhurt by the magnet power Down it showers I am unwound, erase the sound of the magnet power Down it showers I'm pulled along a path - Jon Carson's Internet Lie I'm a robot made out of metal - My memory erased By the Power The Magnet Power

My mind will focus, on the star charts The ancient scheme, the simple geometry I see those forms, they're 2 D They are found, in every place All those stars, now pills of energy Scattered on the table, they make shapes of another constellation The grown-up pharaohs deep down the steep stairs The masons carved grooves, that point to what I've found everywhere The highway wears, so strangely Potholes appear, in arrangement Orion's belt, on the beltway It is no accident, there is no accident On the night, when there's no glare Where is the interface? We'll make our own icons out of the shapes The grown-up pharaohs deep down the steep stairs The masons carved grooves, that point to what I've found everywhere

The escape, was a bad decision The goat in the ether, Earth mother They made a mistake, now we ruin the flora Mistakes fall like rain, I continue No changes - I don't replace The wind will erase it No changes - I don't replace That blow is wasted I jump with shoes, that weigh 99 tons each I fall on the folk hero, talk about a mess Results left alive, to live on less meals Mistakes fall like rain, rain continues Old god ate his son, he had the right idea Still shat out disaster, sons continue No changes - I don't replace The wind will erase it No changes - I don't replace That blow is wasted