And in the back of the theater, all the girls are kissing,
and in the front of the stage all the boys are missing,
All the escapades and antics,
Being torn apart by damn fanatics...
And the psycodelic lights mixed with psycodelic drugs,
Have left all the kids, wishing mom had given more hugs,
And all these uppers and these downers,
have left us with this generation of upside down frowners.
All the colors mix together in the startlight feilds,
And all your hearts stop at once as the buzz then yeilds.
Happy and sad, are just ideas in your head,
Just like like we're not better off alive, rather than dead.
And just like those sunny days, bring the rain,
your mouth brings a tortured pain.
So i want to hear a song from aneglic grace,
and see the words of this metaforical race.
Now i'm feeling euphoric,
But i'm slipping and falling and reaching for something rhetoric,
It'll soon die from love's sweet starvation,
So i'll bite and i'll scratch for some inner salvation.
no they don't care about