Love !
War!
Love!
War!
Love !
War!
Love!
War!

Running away
She was Running away
She had no more words to say
She said "No Sense"
It makes alot of sense
I said "You're talking
Absolute Nonsense"
She said "I like this dissident"
I said "You want to be existantalist"
"Existantalist"

She said "I think that's what I really meant"
I said "I think that is pretty self evident"
She said "Well, it seems it gives you confidence"
We all sit on someone's fence
We all use a little prеtense
(One final word to thе young people that listen to this record:
Be cool
The Retina of the eye quivers to the dance of soundwaves
Turn on, tune in.)

War!
She said "Well, I could really use pretense"
I said "You are more of the evidence"

Love!
Riot in my eye
Riot in the sky
Love!
War!
Riot in my eye
Riot in the sky
Love!
War!
Riot in my eye
Riot in the sky
Love!
War!

She stopped it's dividence

War!
War!
War!
You all sit on someone's fence
You all try a bit of pretense
You all try to make sense
You all talk nonsense
And that's what we all really want

War!

(With this same mindset of my mind everything is unreal. Groovy.)