Phone Calls From The Dead

Maybe you're here
I spy with my little eye
[?] will intensify
The government knows your name
So you can rest assure things will never be the same
A phone call in the middle of the [?] brain
I'm amused, but it's your fuckin' fuse
But you gettin' abused

The position for the mind's always been
If you're [?] and you know it clap your hands, [?]
[?] of the mental fabric
You check you [?] wasted sea
Desire
Desire

Everyone has got a dark side
Everyone has got something to hide
Everyone has got a dark side
Everyone has got something to hide
Unqualified, purified

Vanishing people, vanishing trends
Vanishing people, vanishing trends
Like speciemens
There's more than meets the eye
Eye to eye, eye to eye

After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)
After all I've done for you (All I need)