__Disorientation // Lyrics // Last Of The Ghetto Astronauts;;

Wait for me if I don't show up
Take from me this hypocrite's cup
And somewhere around the world
Someone would love to have
my first world problems
Kill the moon, turn out the sun
Lock your door and load your gun
Free at last, yeah the time has come
To choose

Man makes God so God can make man
Man makes the devil so that he can understand
Why it is that everyday
Everything always turns out this way
You and me we were never here
You and me we were not that clear
You and me we died a long, long time ago

Don't think just come along
I do believe that it won't be long
And everything's open all night and all day anyway
Build me a ship of wood and steel
Bring me a net and a fishing reel
Sail me to the place where I can find my brother
Sleeping sound
Wait for me if I don't show up
Take from me this hypocrite's cup
And kill the moon, turn out the sun
Omissions of the omen

Flying, slowly
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying through the wind