reiterate what I used to say
when nights were young and whispers of betrayal
were merely playful suggestion.
[don't wander that way, it's too close to the dark]
don't taste what he brings you in pretty packages
madness will surely follow and we don't want that now
[you follow what I say because...because I know best]
"poetry is escape art
and escape art is trickery
and trickery is necessity
and necessity is irrelevant, just like me." [inspiration... corgan the inner recesses of his mind]
do you have the time baby do you
increase the suffering by slitting wrists and all sorts of teenaged things; i'm so bored as a drone.
i can't even see you (when do i ever)
and this has no relevance to what it did before
(it started with a dream, it was all a dream)
