Roaming spores and running sores and scorching fever. Score a pill to maybe
Ease the pain. But there's more to come. The thunder's in your brain, the
Lightning dances. Stars explode and spit. A foaming fit suck in a litt.
Press > but it rises! Bursts the ceiling, peeling clouds
And fleeing for the sun where maybe there's just a little peace. Oh please
God... Just a little peace. A small release.
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Prisoner Lyrics

Legendary Pink Dots – Prisoner Lyrics