too But if you're hiding in the crops I will come find you [Chorus] The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles
Look to the outside In the failing garden In the backwash Far-out crops Single-minded erections Not so observable From the inside You must listen You
return to my epic form From my physical; And see my soul arise into a sham Hitting the arcs of Cumulus clouds of Annun I left my image of a crop circle
of a life spent waiting for the carnage to come I love the stench of my brothers, my sisters bloodsoaked and lifeless Sinew, clots, cream of the crop
Straight out the crops Straight out the crops Straight out the crops Straight out the stix Straight out the stix Straight out the stix Straight out the
Fuck you very much You say you want to be friends Start over and try again? Well, things will never be the way they were back then Things were never
Japan's Aum doomsday cult That masterminded the fatal nerve gas attack On Tokyo subways, considered spraying the drug LSD from the sky
, yeah I?m your living crop circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I?m your living crop circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I?m your living crop
it seems so different to me I said, oh, oh, Rosalee Oh, my Rosalee Oh, every time I see you I have to stop And everybody says you are the cream of the crop
Cuanto nos pesa el aire aqui Que dificil regresar a lo que fui Ganarle a tanta soledad, Si no hay disparo que no deje algun dolor Y es que ya no nos
Fuck you very much You say you want to be friends, start over, try again? Well, things will never be the way they were back then. Things were never how
lost me too But if your hiding in the crops I will come find you [Hook] The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop
my epic form From my physical; And see my soul arise into a sham Hitting the arcs of Cumulus clouds of Annun I left my image of a crop circle in the form
felt sick, felt good the heat burns, old wood muscles in my arms pump like machines the jericho palm tree is plush and green bright sun, the new day
felt sick, felt good the heat burns, old wood muscles in my arms pump like machines the jericho palm tree is plush and green bright sun, the new
yeah I'm your living crop circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm your living crop circle Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm your living crop
it seems so different to me I said oh-oh Rosalee Oh my Rosalee Oh every time I see you I have to stop And everybody says you are the cream of the crop
