SadArtInManagingPossessions_mixdownVocal.mp3

in a true way
we are all collectors
pulling the resources of the land
taking on the world
by way of designs
and packages
pushing our way through the crowd
to collect

its a dragging down of the loss
and a misery filled adventure
turned brown and shriveled
against the glass
against the bulbs

im a greedy war lord
for the unbridaled
allotment of things
passioned
divination
dispelling the art
controlled by your fathers
undistrubed on the edge of the bed
lays my wine glass
everything is tossing the collection
bedside

Climb in bed to clambor on to the hills
fun searching for that perfect
something
elegant and sequned
tie it down
force it up
a total loss
nothing but negative
but this collection grows
in the body of the mountains
take another one
take another one
take another one

In the dress
out of the dress
on the dresser
in the living room

He is watching each pedal taken
WE have all done so much worse
a second again
we lose the passion
but the rekindling of the warfare
brings everything back from darkness

in a true way
we are all collectors
pulling the resources of the land
tossed into our bag
no one set to distract
alone we are self destructors
use and consume
again against the glass

it is not always beauty that distracts
sometimes it is the mission
the conquest
to capture what we cannot have

Judgement and displicable filth
you gravity of torture
suck it all down
ill feed it to you
Youll feed on it
as the days pass
I am guilty as you
about it though, ill never laugh