Phone lines and screeching sirens spell ``emergency!``
The jonestown syndicate
Unique fell through...
Anyone that's never made a mistake, has never tried anything new,
Like the dessert and the dessert sky,
Like the oceans endless labyrinths,
Completely insensible, to human suffering,
Her garment writhes, like red anchor snakes,
But it doesn't matter what I want or who I am,
I'll be the explorer who got lost at sea... who was really,
Never there...
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of mourning,
Where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one,
Lighter forms of entertainment have known to be far more effective baby,
So was it necessary that I spent all that time with you,
All the girls in brothel beds,
All the boys on mortuary slabs,
We're all whores baby,
And we're the best in business because we kiss,
Were they a mistake?
Or did it happen to us on purpose,
Where we designed to suffer?
Get out of here while you can!
Anyone that's never made a mistake, has never tried anything new,
Like the dessert and the dessert sky,
Like the oceans endless labyrinths,
Completely insensible, to human suffering,
Her garment writhes, like red anchor snakes,
But it doesn't matter what I want or who I am,
I'll be the explorer who got lost at sea... who was really,
Never there...
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of mourning,
Where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one,
Lighter forms of entertainment have known to be far more effective baby,
So was it necessary that I spent all that time with you,
All the girls in brothel beds,
All the boys on mortuary slabs,
We're all whores baby,
And we're the best in business because we kiss,
Were they a mistake?
Or did it happen to us on purpose,
Where we designed to suffer?
Get out of here while you can!
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