Dissolve from Good Grief by Muddy Suzuki

It only seems to work it if you look away from it.
Deny it being observed, the reaction breaks down.
And so I sit and wonder if there's any point to it.
We falsifying results, spinning theories around.
Only could do what I was told 'til I was fourteen years old.
When I was seven years old I can't remember at all.

In neon earth revolving feel my teeth dissolve in a nightmare rollercoaster crash.
Come on, Corinthian death, scratch the surface away.
You're such a pain in the armpit but your words are on target.
It strikes me how you got to say.
Come watch the media storm an eruption away.
Only could do what I was told 'til I was fourteen years old.
When I was seven years old I can't remember at all.

Find the Z-pinch in the double layer.
Lose the red shift, solar winds away.

You need a variation on a cold creationist.
An unfamiliar sight, the perspective breaks down.
And so the inspiration lets us move away from it.
A gilded Gordian Knot being slowly unwound.
Underneath the patterns of old that we had always been told
you realise after all it makes no difference at all.

Find the Z-pinch in the double layer.
Lose the red shift, solar winds away.

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