Mad For Medusa Songtext

I could be fiction from the entry

The entry



What do you think you know

I know its ok now

Lay down more stupid rules

That only I apply to



I'm made for medusa

But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic
And now you know



If I call it how I see it

I may never call it

Your teeth they talk and talk

And I never follow

If you repeat what you here

You wont be repeating, be repeating, be repeating

Anything to anyone



I'm mad for medusa

But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic

And now you know



Amelia I may never meet you

Maybe the ocean's where you rest

Bermuda I may never see you

Just because no one's coming back

Along came a spider

That crawled inside her

Now I think I'm sick for christian's sake

But frozen with fear of god the earthquake

And now you know



I'm mad for medusa

But hung up on how it feels to be a ceramic

And now you know