lyrics by stephen kuffner
living in a cult of my design
its not a mortuary, please
the paper boy is always early
look around - we live and die on time living in a styrofoam castle wired to the teeth in our abode we make beauty and we like it suspicious of our own history there will always be tomorrow there will be no future left for me you and i are brothers in the ground look around - decide what's yours and mine we are all flowers in the garden held in mother culture's care built up like a broken puzzle it's not what is in my head i am such a liar you are still by my side it is only superstition keeping us in line