Was it because of what you swallowed? Can't hold
It all down. Sometimes it's hard to tell (take) to keep
Those things straight, leaves ya in . . .
Everywhere – I feel whole-ring it off, wring it dry
Rex the King. A Latin thing. Feel it all, Philip, fill up
All in your look
In your book, like a star
Do I need this or not, I just asked you how
No, no, no: What's your ex-need, so much
The story shows that all are neverending
Your language dead, nothing instead,
It'll dissolve but it never disappears.
Let's go back the other way,
Red in his face taste
All in your look
in your book, like a star
faraway hope it'll stay. Hope in place.
It'll dissolve but it won't disappear. Water builds up to a battle.
Wrecks my brain. Here I pronounce, I can't denounce (pronounce)
I cannot break hold. Every night I know you're alone. (Every time you take your own.)
It'll dissolve but it won't disappear. The language is dead
The king is fed. The language is dead. The King fed (dead)
It don't look that way on the China. But I'm blind
It just slips by. But what I really see?
Did I see it or what? Is it so easy?
Your language is dead and you are king.
Rex without the vowel in between. (rx)
It'll dissolve but won't disappear.
It's automatic, the powder in the blood, dissolves but it's never gone.