N.O.D

Sick of a sickness
a reoccuring nightmare of
convulsing through slow tempo dance
liberation requiem
stamped out curriculum
oh that doppelganger laughing (manifesting wings)
the dark side...

drop trip...

Lost on a trip
no acid can supply
because LSD ain't what it used to be (for me)
Inside of dead weight standing
speaking with authority
black smoke is swirling upward masking

the dark side, misanthropy skin deep
the dark side, (we) the children of extremes
the dark side, will warn a fool indeed
the dark side, you'll have to carry that weight

You fight
You will fight, against the strands
so ill advised

the dark side, misanthropy skin deep
the dark side, (we) the children of extremes
the dark side, will warn a fool indeed
the dark side, you'll have to carry that weight

I fight
I will fight, against the strands
so ill advised

we'll never know when
someday will bring our own (sudden)
LAST TIME

I fight
you say you want a revolution?
I will fight
and carry that weight