Give me a rest, this all confirms my paranoia
I need some thoughts, just gather some thoughts and feelings
God my brain distorts, pictures then rearranges
Slowly surely new meanings will come as everythin arranges
She gives them a test on all the times that I've made trouble
Her friends she talks, just gathers her thoughts the meetings off
She drains assorts, stricture and disarrangement
Wholly surely new feelings will come as every thing arranges
Bullitts dominæ feel the calm forever
Bullitts dominæ she walks steady to the shore
Bullitts dominæ.
And as I ask them the same I feel insistent
Everyone's falling sun-sucide's optimal
And as I ask them inside everlasting the inosphere's collided!
Everyone's falling sun-sucide's optimal
She gives manifests and all the while impressed she follows
And leaves unexpressed, just gathers the flaws but I'm weary
From the same discourse, richer from the old strangers
Slowly surely new meanings will come as everything arranges
Bullitts dominæ, flare