(.. X ..) ~ AN ERA OF 'CREATIVE CONSTRUCTION': GET YOUR JOLLIES ~ (.. X ..)

'Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! I believe them bones are me Some say we're born into the grave I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile of them bones Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Dust rise right on over my time Empty fossil of the new scene I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile of them bones Toll due bad dream come true I lie dead gone under red sky I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile of them... I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile of them... I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile of them bones'; 'Sitting on an angry chair Angry walls that steal the air Stomach hurts and I don't care What do I see across the way, hey See myself molded in clay, oh Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid, hey Changing the shape of his face, ah yeah Candles red I have a pair Shadows dancing everywhere Burning on the angry chair Little boy made a mistake, hey Pink cloud has now turned to gray, oh All that I want is to play, hey Get on your knees, time to pray, oh I don't mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I I don't mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I Lost my mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I Can't find it anywhere I don't mind, I-I-I Corporate prison, we stay, hey I'm a dull boy, work all day, oh So I'm strung out anyway, hey Loneliness is not a phase Field of pain is where I graze Serenity is far away Saw my reflection and cried, hey So little hope that I died, oh Feed me your lies, open wide, hey Weight of my heart, not the size, oh I don't mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I I don't mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I Lost my mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I Can't find it anywhere I don't mind, I-I-I Pink cloud has now turned to gray All that I want is to play Get on your knees time to pray, boy'