Ego Trip - Ultimate Spinach

Mindless cretins grope through idiosyncrasy fields

Up

Rising up

Down

You’ve got laughing colors singing in your brain

You don’t know what they’re saying

But they’re driving you insane

You think that you’re from nowhere

And you’ve got no place to go

You think that you know something

But there’s nothing left to know

So you talk to broken bottles

And other wordless things

You want to get away from you

But you just can’t grow wings

So you cry

Cry

You always lean on top of love

You use it as a crutch

You say that you’re reaching out for life

But you don’t seem to touch

You don’t know why you fail

Because you say you try

But one look inside your head

And I know that you lie

Cause your eyes are mirror

And that mirror’s cracked

All that’s good is shriveled up

And you can’t get it back

So you cry

Cry

Cry

Cry

Your head is filled with garbage dreams

And orange colored sounds

You think that you are flying high

But you’re really coming down

You dance with God’s quiet Venus

And you think you’ll make her swoon

You offer some cheap trinket

But she’s already got the moon

So you fall upon death and knees

And grovel in the ground

You’ll be a sacred sacrifice

You’ll die without a sound

Then you cry

Cry

Cry