Super-Related and

I think it's bigger than books when

reality steps in

She's a gun with a gun



Super-Related and

I can feel you pull through me

Reality surely

leaves the choice in our hands



I could be chemical, I could be a plasticproxypriest

He's got more ends than means, more wants than needs



Super-Related and

I can see one Holy-Roller

keeps looking over his shoulder

but there's nobody there



Super-Related is

like a cosmic communion

It's the holiest union

that could ever exist



What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky

It's always do or die or hit the ground



Super-Related is

all the lovers and has-beens

teaching the comers and kingpins

how to live with mistakes



Super-Related is

like a cosmic communion

It's the colorless union

of all the love in the world



What if we're aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky

It's always do or die or hit the�



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