Текст песни The Life Inside Me Killed This Song

And so I want to be around when a bastard merry go round centrifuges its child soul leaves the earth a sand caster gold Gold is for all little worms to shine their backs from natural germs these germs I'll spread so infinitely amnesty or immunity. The life inside me killed this song, how I'd hate to string you along. And so the spider bites the child, his fangs fall off, he's Oscar Wilde I'll mix and match analogies, auteur theory oli oxen free Can you guess my riddled game? It's a step beyond antigen fiend tourist needle or lightening rod If grunge is dead he's buried next to God. And 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, brings you back to the beatle in heaven Never bet the devil your head the gamble for saints is human will instead I'm not gonna finish out this song itself explains all on its own I'll let you be the last line, When the sun burns out, will I still...?