I remember it well, following the muster
Down with a fever, that devilish seeder
Seeing what you would do with metal they'd condemned
They'll never understand though it thrills and scares them
Drunk on washing, drying and washing, calm everlasting
School of living, waves of feeling in tune with your kind
Whose opinions are relevant? Phantastases' or the skeleton's?
I remember it well, following the muster
Down with a fever, that devilish seeder
Seeing what you would do with metal they'd condemned
They'll never understand though it thrills and scares them
Drunk on watching, frying and basting's edificating
Rites of living, just what are we doing with our lives?
Whose arrested development? Phantases or the skeleton?
I seen the dreamer from every angle and with one eye closed
Without instuctions for this thing's completing we can't move on
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