Subtle - Skullz lyrics

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Wow, am I lucky! That dream was like a skematic diagram of the back of my color television. Morning becomes a clamp and continues and there you are washing one of those paper weights with a real bee inside it in a real sink, and another, and another, and another, and... all to the visible man-show-eye of your record collection, and the screeching of a once young head full of math. It's one hundred miles an hour from the swings to the pungent ugly honey of a dead thing. Lastability of skulls Lastability of sujects No one rushed the first fish to crawl for their more modern introductions to the egg. Pause: Is a bone an egg? The lastability of skulls that sort of nonsense. The lastability of subjects a light- That sort of thing.