(w. graber) Came for the green slop pie - all mixed together It's that i... nobody's got one yet You see i was mark merrill And he was just another who dragged it out far to long to believe Is it to be... is it to be... Is it everything i was lead to believe If it's good - then it's form without substance If it's clear - it's all the thing that you hate... [chorus] All mixed together With lamps of fire We fixed another With laps together A lapse of reason Stuck in the mire If it was easy... Another liar Came face to face with d**h in the washroom And i'm never not alone again You see another door to door man Another partial vision On a mission learned, and only believed Well it's not me... it's not me It's not anything i'd pretend to conceive If it's unknown... it'll burn in the fire If he's pure... he's just another liar [chorus] It's all mixed together But i cannot remember Walk only where i'm s'posed to With fear and only endings... [chorus]