PAINTED SILVER

THE GOLDEN STREETS ARE PAVED ..WITH CRYSTAL FACES TO BE SAVED

 SHE TURNS TO GLOSSY MODE...AND SWITCH CONTROLS TO OVERLOAD

WITH THE SWEETEST LIPS A SEA OF GREEN..ON THE SWITCH THAT KEYS REALITY

THE ABSINTH FLOWING THROUGH..TO CHANGE THE SYSTEMS POINT OF VIEW

THE BRIEFEST FLASHING SMILE..ATOMIC HAIR WITH SILVER SHINE

A PSEUDO SENSE OF STYLE..A FIRE TEMPEST SO SUBLIME

TO HIDE AWAY THE MEMORY...AND TASTE THE HUNGER OF A NEED

THE NEMESIS OF TIME....FROM THE TUMOUR STILL SUBLIME

CHORUS.

IN PAINTED SILVER TIN...THE PROCESS CAN BEGIN

CONFESSING MYSTERY

CONFIGER THE BELIEF ..AND JUSTIFY THE NEED

NO TRUTH IN FANTASY

HERE COMES THE ROBOT MAN

GRINNING THROUGH HIS SMOKEY SMILE

HE'S WAITING TO BEGIN

FOR THE SILVER SUIT TO SPEAK THE LINE

THE BACKUP SYSTEMS IN CONTROL

AS HE BEATS THE BODY AND THE SOUL

A SECRET ELATION..TO PASS THE SEED OF DAMNATION

CHORUS.

IN PAINTED SILVER TIN...THE PROCESS CAN BEGIN

CONFESSING MYSTERY

CONFIGER THE BELIEF ..AND JUSTIFY THE NEED

NO TRUTH IN FANTASY

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