# ell Can't read can't clear my mind So here I go I've got to get into this lifetime, lifetime, lifetime I think I'm gonna build a fence to keep inside what little sense the sense of taste the sense of smell the sense to sit here and feel like hell, hell, hell Feel like hell..... The Sun, the moon, the stars is that what you a thinking that you are As I'll disintegrate over time If I expect my body to keep up with my mind If I expect my body to try to keep up with my mind but today every (chordiearchive.chordie.com)