LYRICS
Atrophy?
Should that be our destiny?
The place
Where freewill
And, self-control
Do battle
Is the space
Where my soul
Gets a
Rattle
Take an emotional
Survey
And, it’s helter skelter
Topsy
Turvy
My choice is
Is?
Is this
Near
Sheer
Cheer?
Or, is it
Closer to
Misery?
Miserrrrrrieeeeeeeeee?
radical guitar playing
Topsy-turvy
Arrrrrrgh!
Helter skelter in this skeleton.
Arrrrgh!
Topsy-turvy
The dilemma of my enigma
Topsy-turvy in this cadaver
Atrophy?
Won’t let it be our destiny!
Not my history.