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the hole in the wall chased generations under their beds

but there wasn't a fallout cause the chance of freedom wouldn't get taken

tech gadgets kept acceptance, it's all they have to live for

we broke in for them but they showed us out the door



(and they do it again...)



and tensions mythmade still hit a stressed vein like a razors edge

sacrifice is suicide by t/v's definition of service

a holywar heavyload on chessboards on backs of pawns

quarentine everybody from including eachother



not many listen i know

not many give a thought...



all we have is now

there's poison mushrooms in the air

just around the bend

now i'm not saying the world is gonna end

but all we have is now my best friend



the cold war chased generations under their desks

but there wasn't a fallout cause the elitists wouldn't nuke themselves

possessions and legacy is all they have to live for

there's nothing for them on the other side of the door



(ah what a shame...)



but they might hit a poor place like nagasaki, japan

sacrifice two mansions that they took a day off from like the twin towers

and largely drop payloads on the ghettos of big cities

quarentines of germ warfare won't include rockefellers



not many listen i know

...it's crazy talk..



all we have is now

there's poison mushrooms in the air

just around the bend

now i'm not saying the world is gonna end

but all we have is now my true friends



all we have is now

there's poison mushrooms in the air

just around the bend

now i'm not saying the world is gonna end

but all we have is now my best friend



as i walk outside the timelines, i see a butterfly float on the sky

i think of you and whisper your name, a breeze to heaven to rest your zephyr



she was convicted for innocence, we are convicted for not giving in

and generations in their basement, many guilty for not wishing to listen



all will be sentenced...



and tensions mythmade still hit a stressed vein like a razors edge

sacrifice: murder-suicide by t/v's definition of service

a holywar heavyload on chessboards on backs of pawns

quarentine everybody from including eachother



not many listen i know

not many give a thought...



all we have is now

there's poison mushrooms in the air

just around the bend

now i'm not saying the world is gonna end

but all we have is now my true friends



all we have is now

(as we drift outside the timelines)

there's poison mushrooms in the air

(i see a butterfly float on the sky)

just around the bend

(i think of you and whisper your name)

now i'm not saying the world is gonna end

(ah..)

but all we have is now my best friend

(a breeze to heaven to rest your zephyr)