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*Open Your Eyes riff*
*Testify riff*

(Theres a war going on for your mind!)
Televisions fly through hospital walls to terrorize the countries and states, all twenty-four. From the peacock at noon to the swan in the morning a laser city falls from their wings on the horizon.
(Your Eyes Opened)
But the children in the river are choking on the "donations" while your internet ocean is the queen of the nation. The eyes of a pure soul are kidnapping celebrity candy.
(But theres a neon child bathing in the river bed)

Theres a bomb in a hospital dressed like a syringe
Theres forty men at the border making love to immigrants
Theres a chapel where the priest is disguised as a little girl
But theres a dead king of pop on sixty-four

Do, we know, can, we catch, our own fall
(I know the children's cries by heart, I know the smell of crystal thoughts)
Memories, of what, we fear, and what we lost
(Ghost will be waiting for you, sirens will be waiting for you)

*Testify riff*

(Theres a restaurant feeding babies cement)
Given a paint brush they paint oil and sand, given a notebook you make love to the pages. And they read "marry the man with the plastic faces."
(Your Eyes Opened)
Schools melt and scream at the sight of a gun shell, your cushions congratulate you for the triple kill. All revelations are hidden inside beauty products manipulating shelves.
(But theres a neon child bathing in the river bed)

Theres a homeless disease throwing cards at your home
Theres red life jackets hugging a family of one
Theres a flash flood alert with earthquakes f****** a storm
But theres a dead white man on forty-four

Do, we know, can, we catch, our own fall
(I know the children's cries by heart, I know the smell of crystal thoughts)
Memories, of what, we fear, and what we lost
(Ghost will be waiting for you, sirens will be waiting for you)

*Your Eyes Opened solo*

And nobody knows there name anymore, they just wait as seagulls search for survivors...only to commit a crime on themselves.
Vultures sound their gongs to celebrate the victory, soldiers bake birthday cakes with razors in the icing.
...and the news caster is the stray animal you fed at your door step.

Dance with past wifes with their crooked lips
Vomit up the dial up with your second pair of legs
Eat the clouds made out of rubber cotton candy
Cuddle with your expired prostitute until her crotch screams

Walk me to the Laser Ocean
Take me to the Television Skyscraper
Drive me to the Videotape Church
Fly me to the Electric Forest

This is the 4th time I've rewritten this song -_-