what's the point of even bothering
sending out a message, if no one ever sees
yes, forever this is what i shall be
stitched back up with patches, a
m a t r y o s h k a !
my head sings something of a package, see
that clock on the wall, it's not moving from three
i tried to ask but no one ever told me why
suddenly the the ground was up, the earth became the sky
ah, now i'm cracking up
throw away my thoughts, they'll get out anyway
ah, i just wanna know
what lies deep within
now hey there, dance a bit more, loosen up here!
kalinka, malinka -- pluck all my strings, please!
with these feelings, what should i do?
won't you tell me, you're the only one who knows
good reception, five
freud, or keloid, or--just hit my keys, please!