there\'s not much left to love too tired today to hate I feel the empty I feel the minute of decay I\'m on my way down now I\'d like to

she\'s made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I

I can tell you what they say in space That our earth is too grey But when the spirit is so digital The body acts this way That world was

am I sorry your sky went black, put your knives in babies backs? am I sorry you killed the Kennedy\'s, and Huxley too? but I\'m sorry Shakespeare