you anyway And what are you doing to me? She's an angel But she can't see it She's got wings, But she can't feel 'em She's an angel But she can't see
are you anyway And what are you doing to me? She's an angel But she can't see it She's got wings, But she can't feel 'em She's an angel But she can't
my head is a box Whose secrets are open We're candyfloss children Who live in a city of clouds With the ghosts of dead robots Where fiction and fantasy
fluid sewage crippled up the get-retorted nickel punks Slowly cope but swore his lowly robot vole evoke Would someday rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost
