The Thoughts of a Two Headed Boy

Cry out, 'til our lungs shatter,
china dolls in space our thoughts scattered in a place
we've never been before. We count the scores
of whores in our minds plastered on silver screens
and dancing in our dreams and so perfect
so it seems, so it seems.
A single thought to resurect a thousand reveries
and we're happy,
so it seems, so it seems.
Living at the bottoms of a thousand curved glasses
on vomit soaked floors through unfamiliar doors,
take me home where we watch the clouds in the sky
and reaching them tickles the imagination.
Where the scientists have dropped their calculations and
we walk on the thin line of true inspiration where
gold is of no temptation and silver drips from the sun
and no one gives a second thought. Where the cancers
of our minds are no truth and sugar sweet
bread is dropped free but, it is all a dream,
so it seems, so it seems.
And so ill dream for years and years where
the good live forever and the bad never never, where
remember when is forgotten 'cause when is infinite,
and across the hazy stars we'll trip to where when
is infinite and a dream is never ever,
so it seems.