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Saturday, July 24, 1999

Blow Your Little Minds

Just a flash in the pan
To blow your little minds
The nucleus of an atomic mine
Abducted by a Dutchman
Dressed to kill
And he's gonna try

There's no one about
No one to see
What you're about to do
You pick up your gun
Take off your shoe
For someone it's a clue
He flips the switch
A level he pulls
It's gonna be the end
He looks in the sky
Lines up his shot
He's aiming at you

It wasn't your fault
No matter what you feel
He had inner pain
Which nothing could heal

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
What you're gonna do
You mutter some words
Surrounded by smoke
You've disappeared it seems
He shoots anyway
But it's not at you
You wonder who it's at
You look in the sky
Hearing the shot
He falls to the ground

Just a flash in his hand
To blow his little mind
The ending of a man once alive
Abducted by Lucifer
Dressed to kill
And he's the one who'll die

Posted by einsam at 8:30 PM
Categories: Lyrics, Poetry