Ask Whoever

Undercover of darkness, here we go again.
This divide stains me with story tales,
But fairytales are dead and you know that you are wrong.
Face up look sharp breathe the cold air.

Notions take me under breathe the cold air,
Spirits take me on throwing me in despair.
Nothing really maters anymore for me,
Gone with the smoke setting me free.

Ask whoever you like and they will tell you so,
No one is going to stop you before you start to fall.
Face up look sharp, breathe the cold air. Oh this divide!!

There is nothing in those hippy's eyes,
No more life, no more light.
There is nothing in his acid etched brain,
There is nothing in his badly burned brain.

He is not to be blamed nor should you be ashamed.
There is nothing in his acid burned brain,
Years took him under and he is gone with the smoke without scope.

'Dream that you are running upon wide fields of corn,
Watch out for daggers darling if you are running barefoot.
Look at you know babe, I said look at you now.
Oh that smile on your face means the world to me somehow,
Oh that smile on your face...'