Red Paintings It Is As It Was
The Ones who made us
Are always looking for the ones who made them
The Ones Who contain us
Are always looking for the ones who made them
Encounters
The Third Kind
Look there’s a hanging I think The Callers a red ?wide?
Three tries you won’t die
Beat on a stone
Serve follow and serve ?fried?
The Ones who made us
Are always looking for the ones who made them
See I want to contain it
But they are always looking for the one
And I’m Sorry
I’m Sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
And I’m Sorry
I’m Sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
We're so sorry
The Ones who made us
Are always looking for the ones who made them
See they want to contain us
But they are always looking for the ones
That I’m Sorry
I’m Sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
And I’m sorry
I’m sorry that this Seizure told you about the world
And I’m sorry
I’m Sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
And I’m sorry
I’m Sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
And I’m sorry
I’m Sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
And I’m sorry
I’m Sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
And I’m Sorry
No, we’re So Sorry
No
Sorry that we didn’t tell you about the World
So Sorry
The night
The Children look to the stars for guidance in their
lives
We're human, frustration
Is Faster Then bats for the to name is to compromise
Encounters
The Third Kind
Look there’s a hanging I think The Callers a Red ?wide?
Three tries you won’t die
Beat on a stone
Serve follow and Serve ?fried?
