Psychotic Waltz

Crawling into my head, mosquito, mosquito red Pieces, diseases, floating in the greases, but they smile instead Sting of the suckerfly In the dead of the night Ride on the wings of a dragonfly Sleep by the candlelight Sucking the gutter dry Taking fl

I the watchful eye I am the butterfly You know you never heard me screaming I am the question why I am the butterfly Mister mojo can you hear me screaming Hey jude you look just like your daddy I know how it feels it makes me sad He won't sing to me

My spirit takes a journey through my mind In through the endless coloured waves The shaded patterns moving through these places Fan across the faces of my memory Out of sight not out of mind Intellactuality is holding nothing left for me on this flig

Ashes like a veil of black have lifted to the sky With the frightened face of death revealed The last ones left alive find they've nothing now Not even the vaguest memories Of what they've all been fighting for What they've to receive Find another wa

I remember a story of great battles won and the tale of our heroes who died by the gun while the rest looked and smiled at the freedom they've won but the weight of the chain slows the run I remember a song about flags standing high as the red blazin