"In the desert, you cant remember your name"

something's happening, I think I'm losing my mind, I'm tempted to blame it on innocence, but it happens all the time.

where art thou.

Something is missing, something is making me feel alone when I'm with you, you're opinions make no sound, all I want to do is know what time it is.

Call it a soul.
Call it a soul.

Something aint there but you're not scared, made apparant through the seconds in your vacant stare. It's the rest that care, the rest over there.

Call it a soul.
Call it a soul.

You base happiness on external factors, that piece of wood has a dead man nailed to it and irony seems to be lost on you.

Call it a soul.
Call it a soul.

Girl you make this so hard.

Lady why? oh why? oh why? shall we sit, can't you admit it?
Time killed us and thats all there is to it...

Lady Lady, what must be your very own revalation wasn't determined by a man in a space station.

Drinking wine and falling over caused this crime.

Nothing beyond coincidence, lay down to rest, dont confuse love with external influence.

Shock horror! lady don't you see, this is all we had, you and me, nothing more than distance and time, the rose coloured me you remember was simply a well placed ember.

Now go to sleep and wake up in december.

Tale of two cities.

The idea of inevitable hurt is worth ignoring.
But we both know this will be over in the morning.

I can tell that it's gonna be me.

I admire such courage.
But when you know that you've been beaten.
It's time to stop giving the treatment.

I can tell that it's gonna be me.

No excuse will justify this to her, she's lost in that spiral and you dont care, pointing at her enemies, laughing at her frown, the memory I have of you has recently been put down, yeah she worships the sounds and the colours that burn, she never knew what she had to learn, it's slightly sad, It's partly bad but it's ok to be glad, because the safety net held strong for you and all you have to do is look on through and find relief in truth.

I can tell that it's gonna be me.

Such beauty will only end in tragedy.

''it's all madness, ridiculous, clowns running around everywhere''

'Insanity' is a subjective term, I can't believe I spent all this time trying to say that, thats all I had to say.

Anyway...

American media is destroying the souls of millions, killing true character and replacing it with buzzwords and pointless insecurity.

Wether it's hard to believe or completely obvious, the way you see life changes as you get older.

She's the child with the beautiful smile.
She's the child with the beautiful smile.

And it's all lost on you.

Intelligently designed with a rhyme in mind that rhymes with time that you can easily find unless your blind.

Because I never did want any mystery between the words I write and the words you see.

Interesting.
Distractions.
Even.
After.
Seeing.

Green.

Because he's somewhat fraught with danger and he knows that she's a stranger, though nothing has been stranger than when God was in a manger, and she dressed up as an angel and told the texas ranger to exchange her for gold.

Blank journal, payed for cool and yeah she knows it all.
Traced face blues, film noir hues, but it's all on cue.

The revolution never happened.

It's why! oh why?.

The crying clown explaining relativity, saying "E=MC²!!"
The laughing policman in tears, it's almost like he cared.

And someone in the middle telling me I should never of stared.

All the while the policeman's chair layed broken under pressure.
Now the clown walks away with a smile on his face commenting on the weather.

Mr.Parody

I'm thinking of nothing in particular, it's more like hearing a buzzing noise and trying to drown it out with images,words and memories of random instances in time.

All the while processing some kind of logical map to justify to myself the relevance of my thoughts so that I can come to a conclusion and then articulate it in to words so as to convey a basis for your opinion of who I am and what I have to offer you.

"Leave your stepping stones behind,
Theres something that calls for you.
Forget the debts you've left,
They will not follow you."

Kiss entail.

Laugh Mister Police man, Come sing with me cherokee.
Her eyes are all dried up and I've still got more to preach.

Your once used type writer, becomes water logged.
Ideas you once had, leak from your failed eyes.

And all the while no sound was ever heard.
Though I hear luck is due for the third.

Metaphor gets lost in the battle for translation.
And I'm starting to point at the relation to salvation.

She says take her advice and ignore this for instance.
I dunno, but that looks like a sail in the distance.

Irony I tried, but it only ever got me feeling blue.
Born into a constant bang, this noise wont bother you.

Man is up for trial, to which I plead guilty.
Sometimes I think this will help me feel free.

Now the meaningless swan has been dismissed.
True beauty's now crossed from the ignorant's list.

The Harsh...

Your so different, your one of those special people, yeah look at you glowing.

Woah...

oh oh oh...

Must be something more to it than that, Must be more than how you say my name, or how you dismiss riches and fame.

It's got to be bigger than my insecurities, bigger than what makes me me, because then arent you just human? Which means this must be love.

Oh god it's love...

Oh oh oh...

Look what you've done to me, stumbling over myself to see you, but now where is the light? Where is the creature of the night? Who are you that has replaced my love?

Oh god no.

Flowers and Butterflies

Oh oh oh oh she didn't ever want to know how it works
No no no no splittin headache just to show my brain works

Nothing is wrong, just two negatives to articulate happiness in myself is strong, I already know this isn't love, but let me know I'm wearing my skin like a glove and I'll talk to you about why peace is represented by a dove.

We can do it like you want it, but I have a better idea of how to flaunt it, sorry this halo isn't made out of glass, didn't pay extra for my trip to the stars, but I know how to make you laugh, depression taught me to ignore the past, it's the future I have control of, relatively speaking of course, that's why there's a long pause, uncomfortable silence because I'm thinking of how to make this last.

I'm too concerned with how it all looks to him upstairs to make it look like I care, forgive me if I strike you as someone less than human but it's all part of the system, in a world where we sink or swim so forget me and think about the children.

The children.
The children.
The children.
The children.
The children.
The children.

''You look like David bowie
But you've nothing new to show me
Start another fire
and watch it slowly die''

Oh I'm just gonna come out and say it...

They're my NEW favorite band, ok.

Now that everybody's here
Could we please have your attention?
There is nothing left to fear
No now that bigfoot is captured
But are the children really right alright alright
Rep.

There is danger in the night
There are things we can't control but
Will we give ourselves a fright
When we become less than human?
There are people who say why oh why oh why?
Now there are other ways to die oh why oh why?

But upon this tidal wave oh god oh god
But upon this tidal wave oh god oh god of
Young Blood
Young Blood
Young Blood
Young Blood
Young Blood
Young Blood
Young Blood
Young Blood

We are men who stay alive
Who send your children away now
We are calling from a tower
Expressing what must be
Everyone's opinion
"They are going out to bars and they are getting into cars I have seen them with my own eyes."
"AMERICA PLEASE HELP THEM!"

''Yeah, it's reacurring, it's like a dream. I live a thousand times, yeah, and it's always like the very first time''