Mgmt

Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun
Distort the odds of a turnaround
Gut screams out next to none
So turn it on, tune it in
And stay inert
You say "I've got the backbone"
the back way to escape the gun
Climbing a tree with a missing limb
And not saving anyone
And now it hurts to stay at home
and see flash the mirror ball's throwing mold
you can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold
see the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt
but if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt
Plants, as far as i know are still,
still bending toward the light
and if we dance
until the heart explodes
it'll make this place ignite
and even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just
a case of Flash delirium
Here's a growing culture
Deep inside a corpse
Ages stuck together
Takin it to the source
Timeless desperation
Pictures on a screen scream
"Hey people, what does it mean?"
Comfort keeps us nice
So quick to donate everything
die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen)
and time's tingling spines
attaching hands to floor
the rosy-tinted flash
The hot dog's getting cold
and you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones