Emotional landscapes They puzzle me The riddle gets solved and you push me up to this state of emergency How beautiful to be! State of emergency Is where I want to be

I want to go, on a mountain top! With a radio and good batteries And play a joyous tune And free the human race from suffering (saccharine)

I dare you to take me on I dare you to show me your palms I'm so bored of cowards who say they want (love) Then they can't handle love

He offers a handshake, crooked five fingers They form a pattern yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry