Lancing Organic lyrics

Not my doing Fooled again Self effacing Stood against Push right through Swing again Timed with force None left And this inane senseless-follow Part disdained sorted, Forgotten second To not a few things While I wait for your fall line It's an effort in circular hydration A masterpiece of necessary distance If you want my blood You got to look At the waves I bled through... This inevitable hysterical rag attacks And you've been had