"The First Season" lyrics - JOHN FRUSCIANTE

Let the pretend, take over and that season be the first
Shadows we're in become us, so we set up interspersed
Between here and away, become your space every day
When it changes up my row it slates when time will turn to a room
Light starts being there to talk about all he's feeling for the moon
To even the lie damn him, oh

In that halo, evil, round that halo, evil, it hangs by evil
You revolve now with my echo, you rose inter wound
Actually people in the wrong, come through and go on
Leave my lonely mind a cell, keep flowing on a drill
I keep holding on to myself, be humble, take it the slow way
As I'm aloud even holding on, my cell keep flowing on a drill
I keep holding on to myself, be humble, take it the slow way
As I'm aloud even holding on, my cell of space that holds me
My cell of space that holds me