Dissolve - John Frusciante

Flat on your back

Your senses are lost

And you’re what you are

What you are

Just 'cause you mean

What you say

That’s not saying

That you’re so far in the clean !

Nothings means anything

Last of the pack !

Your image dissolve

And your life unresolves

Unresolves

We show that we fall apart

We know it to be an art

We know this is the only way things go

Because all you’ve seen is all you know

All my children slaughter me

All that what is thought to be !

All the snakes that are on my back

Look on back and never laugh

Nothing is now mine

Nothing mine is left behind

Nothing round your back

Maybe now we could relax

I’m in the breeze believe me

Nothing is seen really

All is in the mind see me

I am a lie really