better I'll know The better I'll know The longer I'm gone Changin' on the go The better I'll know The better I'll know The mother and dad Can only
get love Thrills and sand Fall through my open hand Where's my time gone Words look for the song Lost my America But made my own way I believe To this
my skin And as I find shade From tree to tree, I live to learn To dig down deep I feel the pain And love the hurt, I don't complain Trancing in the
Maybe I've played my part but it's a players art Me and my friends, we were just living, playing I've heard the sound that silence makes And I realize
with white This night Years of tears, emotion Held like so... inside Autumn Dogs Saturday Nervousness Blood Drugs Rage And then it hit me Though I saw
rolling, two rivers going dry I'm down undone I'm down undone then gone Behind, beyond Soft hands that touch the sun I'm down undone I'm down undone
Not yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems to be About sensibilities And not who's listening No I'm not
Shades of gray hate influence A constant truth put into effect The question on a dead friends face The tragic stance he used to take Pissed away by circumstance
waking, a wash in purple paint And a digging of the flowers in your yard Electric rays of healing intensify the feeling Of hatred towards the things you say I
Listen to the mothers A surreal sound of eight-legged groove A serving of today's psychadelicacy And when you embrace this sonic mural We will be together
I'm barefoot, I'm bristling Solitude on my rooftop, solid Like there's no more stars Staring at me Who's out there? I can see the girl Across the way
through me A tidal wave I only felt inside It's an animal instinct that takes us over And we must survive Four brothers make the mother Four brothers
Who's out there? I can see the girl Across the way She can't see me And I touch myself With just a little bit of confusion But I'm all alone And
to summer But I gave it all up In time to wonder Just when I thought I knew what I wanted A dirty old man reminds me I'm young... "Experience
get love Thrills and sand Fall through my open hand Where's my time gone Words look for the song Lost my America But made my own way I believe
Shades of gray Hate influence A constant truth Put into effect The question On a dead friends face The tragic Stance he used to fake Passed away
yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems to be About sensibilities And not who's listening No I'm
my skin And as I find shade From tree to tree I live to learn To dig down deep I feel the pain And love the hurt I don't complain Trancing in