Even Castles Made Of Sand, Fall Into

I'm Trying To Get More Into Other Things, Where Reality Is Nothing But Each Individual's Way Of Thinking.

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.

I Didn't Know It Was Anger Until They Told Me That It Was, Like With Destruction And All That. But I Believe Everybody Should Have Like A Room Where They Can Get Rid Of All Their Releases, Where They Can Do Their Releases At. So My Room Is A Stage.

My Nature Just Changes.

You Know I'll Kiss You For My Supper. Yeah, You Know I'll Kiss You For My Dinner, Baby.