David Icke And The Terrified Collective Unconscious
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Ill run Naked through a Suburban county street, playing saxomaphone and moving quickly on my feet, just to say something I can not say to your eyes, just to show something thats less than shrinkwrap, shrinkwrap and LIES! Im over the hill I got a bucketful of toucans glaring at me, theres nothing left but a glowing talking box and its not even free, oh no one cares and its my fault what a mess, I wasnt made for this world I should have stayed in the other one, I shouldve been a girl, no one talks to me like a person anymore, I just juggle my words and hope theyre not offended, I hope Im not a bore and Its all about me I can't leave this body, when will I wake up? Yea its all about you you cant leave this body, when will you wake up and join the green party?