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I live to work and work to live
Oh but what i wouldn't give
For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach
Where the sand dollar is the only
side of Texas is all new to me
Who's the blonde stranger who lives by the sea? 

I stayed up all night and for me that's the first time
Sneak in
live I will be remade
 The sand is like a razor
 Slashing at my face
 Everyone's in panic but you can't see any place
 It's a sand storm, taken by
live I will be remade
 The sand is like a razor
 Slashing at my face
 Everyone's in panic but you can't see any place
 It's a sand storm, taken by
Mountain of wisdom,
Of music and light
Muse of all vision,
Grant us the Waters of Life
Seeking the mountain,
Apollo's sacred realm,
Where the Muses
one in line
and you're bright eyes are giving me sunburns
and the grandstands are filling with headlines
you like me when i'm not being stubborn
fear in pain
Throughout the minds of those too sane
To realize this is no game,
Drinking the lies in Heaven's name.
Spear of tin, forged by Muse
wants to kiss my snatch

To go where God knows who has gone before
I am a muse, not a mistress, not a whore
Oh, suburban shits who want some class
Wall to wall a tv´s twitchin´
Clearly not a muse
Then flashin´ through the interference
Beams a thousand tunes
This is tomorrow
This is tomorrow's callin'
Wishin` you were here
Layin' in my hotel bedroom
Feelin' ceilin' blues
Wall to wall a TV's twitchin'
Clearly not a muse
Out of the blue
Heaven sent you
A vision of beauty, made you my duty
To make you my muse
I can't believe, I've lasted this long
Inspired by you,
And life is drifting by 

Still I hold on and wait
I know it's not too late
And my breeze will come 

Muse you satisfy my soul
Keep me warm while
the cold concrete sold by the feet [? ]
Tax buyer man that I'm yet to meet
Pay an army I'm hardly ready to speak
Memories start in 93
And [? ] came round
the tide
Severed with the losses of logic
Love left me unimpressed
I keep on walking the path of tragedy

let me attend let me represent
My muse lays dead
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)


[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
centuries and more, I've searched my head for perfect words
I'll take my chance or live forever in a world of hurt

Impalement on a tree of thorns is
her muse
She feels humbled by this equation 
And sets fire to all her shoes
Not because of Henry Miller
She's just not leaving anytime soon

Unity, peace and freedom, it's a rarity
These are the words they used to send us asleep
Meanwhile we're terrorized by the distorted muse
to do, the human beatbox
'Cause back in the days when there was just block parties
A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these
live performances,
would never
I start to think that you're my muse because you get me so inspired
We can do whatever we choose and live our lives right on the wire
Beautiful dark muse
Need your affection
You are my dream come true
You leave me breathless
You hypnotize me
Can't live without this
You mesmerize me
a glass wankavator
Monster maker
Operate wild by the company of the turn stones and thinner
Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but
My style
and hand me down poetry
It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint
The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is
Locked into demonic

This here be a track
Straight out of the blue
Untapped source of a funkdafied force
This course from the source and of course 
Muse bound bop