Glass and the Ghost Children lyrics

To the center of the earth

Or anywhere God decides

Full of fever pulling forth

We hear our call as all

To the center of the earth

As if written in

DNA is reaching out

To your frequency

I want to live

Don't want to die

I want to live

I want to try

All in prayer

Prayer in all

All are scared

Scared of all

Black rooms are calling

To men in leather coats

White labs are cooking

Up the silver ghost

The glass migrates under

Her translucent skin

And all are spiders

Wonder what we've got us in

All is you

You are all

All with you

You in all

I want to live

I don't want to die

I want to live

I want to try

"So it's all very obtuse, because it's all, like, I don't know. So, like, I started thinking that everything I operate on is based on what I believe God was telling me to do. God could be my intuition or whatever, but I always assume, I always assume that the voice I hear is the voice of God. Then I started thinking, what if I'm insane? So I'm operating on the premise that I'm hearing the voice of God or what I perceive to be God speaking to me or through me, but maybe I'm completely in...so all my...demagoguery in my life about me thinking that my life has importance, my, my...thinking that my life has importance. My--my--my thought of it and the fact that I believe I'm following my intuition which in and of itself may be completely false. So then I started freaking out, thinking--of itself may be completely false. And again this creature that believes he's acting upon heavenly intuition but meanwhile he's totally rampant. And I started thinking maybe this is the cause of all the negativity against--and I started thinking maybe this is the cause of all the negativity against--and I started thinking maybe this is the cause of all the negativity against..."

So meets the final coda of a vinyl storm

One more cherry cola to lift up her dead arms

A dream of soft focus, sunsets filters through the din

We are losing contact as she dials it in

She can hear glass calling, or is it someone that looks like him?

She eyes TV reflection, and nods a knowing look

She says it doesn't matter, she never liked her looks

I have seen a thousand fractures, I have seen everything

'Cause knowing is its own answer, love something in a book

There's not much left to ponder, not much left to cook

As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her

As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her

• Artist:The Smashing Pumpkins
• Album:Machina/The Machines Of God (2000)