The Rare Occasions
Modern Minds
Oscillations shine
Between the twisting vines
I think I'm gonna stay
And hear the Pearson chimes

Electro-vision trip
Delivered by her lips
For days and days those words of mine
Were stuck on her tongue's tip

Symphonic radiation fills my eyes;
I don't know where to begin
I watch the colors dripping from the sky
The way the rain drips down her skin

Modern minds lay thoughtless and defeated on the floor
I don't find this place any better than before

Empty reflections line the eyes to conceal
The twenty million starving for a reason to feel
Interconnected in a divided way
They cross the station screaming “I don't care! I don't care!” I don't
Need a good reason not to follow the queue
To rip the fucking thunder off the side of the moon
Drained of their nectar, blooming thoughts wilt away
She wrung my heart out like the dirty rag it's been since day one