TELECONVERT
Bring me the right idea or you might fear the words I say to you
Even if you want me to
But you can't stay even if things worked out the way
You really want them to
But you still try and try
Its not superstition, its merely factual fiction
A predetermined boundary of idle thoughts
There's no restriction, it exists to feed your addiction
A predetermined outcome of ideal thoughts
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
Swing me around my gears, keep it spinning until tears
Roll down your face onto the frozen ground
But you can't say that we turned out better this way
Your mind's unsound
We won't see eye to eye
Not superstition, its merely factual fiction
A predetermined boundary of idle thoughts
There's no restriction, it exists to feed your addiction
A predetermined outcome of ideal thoughts
Its not superstition, its merely factual fiction
A predetermined boundary of idle thoughts
There's no restriction, it exists to feed your addiction
A predetermined outcome of ideal thoughts
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
Even if you want me to
But you can't stay even if things worked out the way
You really want them to
But you still try and try
Its not superstition, its merely factual fiction
A predetermined boundary of idle thoughts
There's no restriction, it exists to feed your addiction
A predetermined outcome of ideal thoughts
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
Swing me around my gears, keep it spinning until tears
Roll down your face onto the frozen ground
But you can't say that we turned out better this way
Your mind's unsound
We won't see eye to eye
Not superstition, its merely factual fiction
A predetermined boundary of idle thoughts
There's no restriction, it exists to feed your addiction
A predetermined outcome of ideal thoughts
Its not superstition, its merely factual fiction
A predetermined boundary of idle thoughts
There's no restriction, it exists to feed your addiction
A predetermined outcome of ideal thoughts
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
To burn
Our flesh with heat of the sun
This should be fun for everyone
Our bones will feed the worms and weather storms
We're past the point of diminishing returns
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Writer(s): Russ Addison
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