Once upon a time in the middle of a ryhme,
I thought I heard a sound coming up from underground.
I looked at the terrain as it burrowed in my brain,
And I felt the suduction of the seriously insane.
Never let 'em say that I let you slip away,
Never let 'em say that I let you slip away.
Go on 'n rip it on up, and throw it on the ground,
If there's noone there to hear it, does it really make a sound?
Once upon a time when I thought that you were mine,
I couldn't really see what was you and what was me.
How you gonna know if you never even go,
How you gonna know if you never even go?
Never let 'em say that I let you slip away,
Never let 'em say that I let you slip away.
Go on 'n rip it on up, and throw it on the ground,
If there's noone there to hear it, does it really make a sound?
