Oblivion Dust In My Head
Time to empty head
Try and dream instead
Let memory trip and finally slip
Like acid in milk
Garbage in silk
Dripping and oozing your sex over my guilt
And I really don't know who to care about
And I don't know if I'm in our out
God is dead
God is dead from hesitation
Cannot make love to the ones you have sold yourself to Jesus hates my generation
He'd rather go down and around and go down, but he's always in love with the role that he's playing
And I really don't know who to care about
And I don't know if I'm in or out
Should I torture myself and live in doubt?
And I really don't know if I'm in or out...of my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
Sugar sweet suicide drips
Find me a lick from your finger tips
Let my soul go down and around and around and go down
In control, but where do I find love?
Should I torture myself and live in doubt?
And I don't know if I'm in or out
So unkind
I really don't know
Love in mind
I really don't know
It's in my head
It's in my head
Let my soul...It's in my head
It's in my head
