[00:14.43]Morning Sun begins the day[00:17.45]Mothers child has gone away[00:20.79]Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play[00:27.24]Closet city sleeping pretty tired from the day[00:32.78]And if he leaves the tiny porch light dim[00:36.78]He'll keep the dogs at bay[00:42.08][00:50.70]Snotty little brat he plays[00:54.13]Never puts his toys away[00:57.16]Breaks the ones he's used if they don't sparkle anymore[01:03.65]Dollies in the playhouse kissing[01:06.97]All their little heads are missing[01:10.08]Chop their tiny hands with this thing[01:13.34]That's what daddy bought them for[01:18.68][01:44.50]Red and white's turned blue today[01:56.23]I laught to dry the tear away[02:04.50][02:05.91]Sitting in my ceilings face[02:08.15]This boiling rainbow webbing places[02:11.28]Smiles soft anger feeling shapes[02:13.83]Of mouths and hands in sonic scapes[02:16.91]Fingers spanning psychic burning[02:19.88]Black Sabbath record turning[02:22.62]Pools of vision, understanding[02:25.53]Forms absorb to keep from laughing[02:28.54]Climb the walls, half inside them[02:31.32]Other side, air is thin there[02:34.10]Friends inside pull me to them[02:36.90]Cannot keep from laughing, laughing[02:39.86][03:22.74]Solo[03:49.39][04:08.24]Ripples from the portholes making contact[04:12.15]Center bending circles[04:14.79]Growing echoes of each other[04:17.94]Float reflections of this covered[04:21.74]Consciousness inside this eggshell[04:24.45]Masterpieces scattered not well[04:27.89]Spoken yet still undertaken[04:30.82]Tiny streams of orchestration[04:34.13]Flow into this fisheye car ride[04:37.39]Leaning close to catch his good side[04:41.47]Tiny streams of orchestration