THOUGHTS ARE GONE
WORDS ARE GONE
ALL IS GONE
YOU ARE GONE
THOUGHTS ARE GOD
WORDS ARE GOD
ALL IS GOD
GATÉ! GATÉ! GATÉ GONE!
WHAT YOU GOT LEFT?
WHAT YOU GOT LEFT IS JUST RIGHT HERE NOW.
(nein nein the eyeball, nein nein the eyeball)
It's fine. And when things get really bad I just escape.
I'm not crazy, just a little bit more.
Now she can see with her heart.
Now she can see with her heart!
She, she sees everything,
She sees everything exactly just, exactly just as it is.
She, she doesn't have to think.
The voices in her head are dead
and she never has to hear from them again.
People stop and stare when she's walking down the street.
But she don't care, she likes the way she is.
She don't see right and she don't see wrong.
She's singing la la la la la la la la
Does it need to make sense? No.
BONNIE ROED IS A SAINT.
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