Lyrics
Well the flowers are dirty,
And the dirty is kind
The brightest headlight,
In a darkening sky,
Isn't it beautiful?
Isn't it greatful?
That we're alive
Aren't you happy?
That we survived
Hollow dogs mind their way
Looming air waves,
On a highway thats blind
Standing sideways,
Spinning 'round their minds
Isn't it pretty?
Isn't it strange?
Oh, your eyes see what they want me to be
oh, blind yourself to see
oh
oh, to see
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