parresia

A heart that's full

A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent
Silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises [let me out of here]
No alarms and no surprises [let me out of here]
No alarms and no surprises please [let me out of here]

>From Radiohead's OK Computer...track ten (listen to it).

come to think of it...don't these guys look a lot like these guys...

Is Thom Yorke a Modern day Dostoyevsky?

And nothing in all nature's realm did he desire to bless