And spoiled
I am not the crazy one spending credit on food
I am not the crazy one
Spilling poison to bank bread
I am not the crazy one spending moral cash to win games
I am not the crazy one hating youngs freedom in old age shame
Lying for God because they gave me spoils to speak the pigs stye clean
If you can make one believe no matter the lie the spoil goes to you
After all it takes fermented shit to grow herbs and finding the energy of the past at the time right now while it creeps and rolls now
Is and will ever be the only way to win
The other knows less and you can end the game starting a new one now and ending it winning
Now
And even then
The lier the pretender the know it all still resolved to speak words to win
While it thieves and sits watching like a couch potato with freshly delivered food eating and watching judging and eating hot fat and eat and cheese
Now judging eating and sitting
It will always think its eyes view gas while being the one sitting and watching
Now will always hold the blink view win search for the win and will always close the game to win
Or maybe my things have been reprogrammed again by the sitters and eaters I've lost my train of thought
Or maybe it's just dirt the hole where
the emotion go tuning magik and daylight into fusion to simple for the winners to see being fixed on the slavery mode of the keel
Or maybe I won't tote that spell any longer
Move with the calming wind
And that rotted courps will once again have nothing to cling to
Deservably falling into the void
I've read Jesus split the vale once
Reading the prequels
He fashioned a whip and drove the sitting eaters of fat and money out of the house of God
And I am not the crazy one
What steal is this that fakes the hardness and hides behind real hard every time
The only real way to find out is wait until I am sleeping and do you worst
And while I'm awake pretend
Calling the game win
And I am not the crazy one to my neighbor sunk and spoiled calling game a win
As God gave you the Devine right to do
And in old age
Acting child game keeps you alive the master wields somone else
Not counting it's moves
I've got the poison Radiohead
Now
Or it mud
Or it's tools
The big fish eat the little ones
Radiohead
Alter call anti-spiritual
Nomenclature spill soil poison and hide behind the Vail Be saved and win
And I am not the crazy one
When crazy is the only way you win don't lift a finger to your neighbors spent and spoiled
And now I have a Devine right to create my own life
Obviously through base line chilling lies and poisoned soil ending games when winning and
Take a seat the eat fat and slaves couch potato
I am not the crazy ones
Take the ride sitting
Eating and
The more dirt on you the more you lie for
Or the more dirt is on the better it grows
And
I am not the crazy one
Position authority ending game and seeing while sitting eating fat and cheese
I am not the crazy one
Tossing dirt in seeing
Doing being living
End sight to be the only one seeing
As long as the the crazy can sit
in
the air
and missle seek for me I'm safe eating fat and fake cheese
Speaking a lie owning dirt
The dark it makes
I am all the days that you choose to ignore Radiohead
I am not the crazy one
I am not the crazy lie
What side of the vale are you on
