space dementia

h-eight ... is the one for me.
it gives me all i need,
and helps me co-exist
with the chill...

you make me sick
because i adore you so.
i love all the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play
on me...

space dementia in your eyes
and peace will arise
and, tear us apart,
and make us mean-ing-less again...

you'll make us wanna die.
i'd cut your name in my heart.
we'll destroy this world for you,
i know you want me to
feel your pain...

space dementia in your eyes
and peace will arise
and, tear us apart,
and make us mean-ing-less again...

muse, space dementia, origin of symmetry#3