|It's not bleached!*|
- *And so what if it is?
|In the Buddha's Words|
|Did religion come from space and weird aliens?|
The ethical ideals it advocates stand hardly a fighting chance against the constant injunction -- pushed on us by media and ads -- to enjoy life to the hilt while we still can.
|Bhikkhu Bodhi translates lots of books.|
LYRICS: She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities. So fragile yet so devious, she continues to see. Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest enter the night that she came home forever. Oh! (She's the only one that makes me sad!) She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic, my Dahlia bathed in possession, she is home to me. I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse. But the stress is astounding. It's now or never. She's coming home forever. Oh! (She's the only one that makes me sad!) Hard to say what caught my attention, fixed and crazy, aphid attraction. Carve my name in my face, to recognize such a pheromone cult to terrorize. I won't let this build up inside of me... (Yeah!) I'm a slave, and I am a master, no restraints and unchecked collectors. I exist through my need to self-oblige. She is something in me that I despise. I won't let this build up inside of me... She isn't real. I can't make her real...