Lyrics To Go

I'm moving your mental feet 
In complex dances and jigs 
I'll loosen up your consciousness 
Like a syrup of figs 
It's time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs 
Time to throw the fake noses and fright wigs 
Time to face the music 
No more metaphor 
Time to decide your fate 
Will you be cooked or go raw 
Will you be 
Rare and bloody with your soul exposed 
Or well done 
a charcoal surface with your insides froze 
and do you feel fear 
as you hear 
another door close 
or will you just turn away 
and flow where the wind blows 
and are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose 
or would you like to go back 
and rewrite the old prose 

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Do you count the flakes 
When it snows 
And can you feel the heat 
or only the afterglows 
Do you count the flakes 
When it snows 

Does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm 
A gut reaction 
Instinctive spasm 
in the chasm 
And do your problems metamorphose 
into rubiks cubes 
Keep twisting and turning 
Becoming more confused 
Do you sometimes feel 
like you've been used and abused 
Your not visibly black and blue 
But on the inside bruised 
And does your love life 
leave you feeling kinda bemused 
You've played all the games 
And you're no longer amused 

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Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pain of glass 
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words 

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