Next Time You Are Going to Get It Dirty, Shirley

You want it all the time So smooth to me With us all on the other line Powerhousing bills as well as Conspiracy's they write Of our time management Come now The board is clean For a new conspiracy I'll never love a demon child For the rest of my days The logic of a slut wearing a white dress Never made sense to me So i Face the facts of time Oh its so great Shes so great (You'll never understand) These walls are closed (The logic of lust) This mind is expansive (You'll never understand) There is just time (The logic of lust) "Be you me" Claims the Queen to the King That This feud Was to last Until blood spilt Onto one or the others gowns Making me (Liar liar hypocrite) Count the days In my room With the mind Of drawing And the touch of craft That was so intent To demean my corridor And unleash colours to all This is the taste of passing Same as the taste of Stressing over body placement You walk down the streets so clean The red lights glimmer in your eyes I can never forgive the stains left Behind in a back alley hotel room Creammmmmmmm