What is lying in the corner of the room In complete mostly sacred silence? Pale walls are hanging above And I see myself in some Strange picture of violence… Me is clot of the thoughts and dreams Me is everything it should seem Me is crack of the century Me is fake, Me is joke, Me is real! My ceiling's cracking and we are apart We knew it was end from the start When you saw me in green light dress Realizing it wasn't fate… Me is clot of the thoughts and dreams Me is everything it should seem Me is crack of the century Me is fake, Me is joke, Me is real! My beautiful green backdoor lawn We're making love till the dawn It might be cold. I don't care… I can see it as if I was there!!! I am a clot of the thoughts and dreams I am a everything it should seem I am a crack of the century I am fake, I am joke, I am real! Quit smoking! Smoking kills! Quit smoking! Smoking kills! Inhaling nicotine.