How do you dig it all out?
How do you catch something that disappears
You scape it, bleed it, it burns
Then you tell me that you never learned
You’re not alone in your mind
And now, you can’t even turn
The flood gates open, what’s unfurled?
And then, you can’t even tell
This misdirection, a living hell
You’re not alone in your mind
(Is there life in outer space? If there’s life in outer space is there anyway that you can tell if Bruce were an alien?
That’s a good question Jim, one that I cannot answer exactly
Made from all the cosmic corrections, communications, correlations, perhaps there’s no other answer but the one within thyself. Yourself must first be ready for travel, before you can ever really travel.)
You’re not alone in your mind