w. graber Came for the green slop pie all mixed together Its that I... nobodys got one yet You see I was Mark Merrill And he was just another who dragged it out far to long to believe Is it to be... Is it to be... Is it everything I was lead to believe If its good then its form without substance If its clear its all the thing that you hate... [Chorus] All mixed together With lamps of fire We fixed another With laps together A lapse of reason Stuck in the mire If it was easy... Another liar Came face to face with death in the washroom And Im never not alone again You see another door to door man Another partial vision On a mission learned, and only believed Well its not me... its not me Its not anything Id pretend to conceive If its unknown... itll burn in the fire If hes pure... hes just another liar [Chorus] Its all mixed together But I cannot remember Walk only where Im sposed to With fear and only endings... [Chorus]
mixed, another, together, liar, merrill