inside To wield the hands unfolding time The higher I am the better view I find As I lay down observe it all unwind No doubt or fear, my view is now clear
kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic visions would ensue My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate But I ??? ???, all that distorted
horizons divide my opinion is just a point of view and your position is the other side caught up in our convictions we forget how our senses distort
: Trapped in a box of tremendous size It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies Sucks up our lives and
: Arnold Layne had a strange hobby collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines they suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror distorted view, see
to yourself. You need a friend today, but it never happens after knowing your name. They say you have a distorted view on yourself, but how can the view
Heigh ho, do you know The names of the U.S. residents Who then became the presidents And got a view from the White House loo Of Pennsylvania Avenue?
under Boiling to the surface, stumble, fall A looking in view too long on the outside Desperate plans make sense in a low life A looking in view too
your brain is overloading Well I won't have it With help from papers and magazines Another sheltered chooses what he will not see Views so distorted
around hate all that shit your brain is overloading with help from papers and magazines another sheltered boy chooses what he will not see views so distorted
dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin Psychedelic visions would ensue my view Feelin' the alter-states as they altered my fate But I [Incomprehensible], all that distorted
it sets Come try it a second time I can feel it move Up into my head It is [?] Panic in my head I feel it coming all Taking over view Oh please not
Wondering why you're feelin' blue Living just for yourself only I know what you're going through Looking through those shady lenses Will distort the view
the night I'm a lude boy, I don't care if I ever get home. Getting ready to jump on the train, give me more to rack my brain. Sudden alteration in my point of view
It's up to you He's talking And tells you what to do Ride the worm Ride the worm Double blurred vision Distorted point of view Shedding inhibitions
you Pitiful, that?s what you are You don?t know me, you never did And sure as hell, never will now, now The things you say behind my back Distorted view
of fate the whisper winds blow the seed of hate disturbed society dogs my turn with no values intend to raise ability tried and tested pointless view
Trapped in a box of tremendous size It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies It sucks up our lives and
