Mascara-John Frusciante

Album by: Niandra Lades And Usually Just A T-shirt Artist by: John Frusciante By john frusciante Transcribed by thatyou Theres a powdered sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name Its been so long since we bloomed from the inside So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge Of a world under nothing sky Youve been lying rye They claim men you dance under the moonlight Do what you think is the sum Buts it a flesh and blood of a Dismembered gone assembly In four thousands of your years Voice 1: you felt like history in your thighs Voice 2: you get four red candles Voice 2: on the table with your penis I arise Voice 1: youre the one that makes me realize Voice 1: with water flowing through to tomorrow Voice 2: glued to your addiction Voice 1: apples and cake must have been your mistake Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction Voice 1: makes me feel like Im alive Voice 1: youre hidden by your wooden legs Voice 2: youre my kind, youre my kind Voice 2: you always make me feel like a moon in my life Voice 1: staring down at the worlds head, all the time Voice 2: it always makes me feel good to know youre alive, wrapping your Ties Voice 1: down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built In your snake, your little dark house Voice 1: Ive been insane well the time is slow Voice 2: Ive been to a society whith you cant see yourself and you cant Feel sunshine Voice 2: and if you see me roaming the hillside wont you come along? its A hard road to the top of yourself. youll always be alone. Voice 1: the pope dont matter when the pawn is your sea, dont you agree? Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love Someone like you. theyll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but When you see creation coming you close your eyes. and to you Im sure its no Surprise that I could be one of the dead. thank God my underwears full of Lead without you. without you. Voice 1: when youre around Im wound around your thumb. you wanna be numb Inside the gun. all your different lights are one big fight against the Baby inside that youve mistaken for pain.