I don't want to feed anymoreOn the lies of the pastAnd the ghosts I absorbedIn the scars that I marinateIn the folds of my mindMarry the dogma you find in the fieldWake up the baby you eat for yr mealCos I can't seem to canonize youOr anyoneShe tells me thingsI don't seem to recognize youNo, I don't seem to recognize youNo, I don't seem to recognize youOr anyoneGerman ceramic garden gnomesBuckminister Fuller's Geodesic domeAnd the engineering marvelKnown as the ChunnelShe tells me thingsThat IThat I don't want to hear anymoreOf the camps and the guardsAnd the thieves and the whoresAnd the scars that you marinateIn the folds of your mindI need moreAnd I don't seem to recognize youNo, I don't seem to recognize youNo, I can't seem to civilize youOr anyoneStay insidePlease stay inside
