Shopping CartsI owe the world nothingBut to you I owe the worldIm only dead weight in this boatBecause its only me and youThe fish dont bite this time of yearBut that doesnt matterWe keep on moving downstreamEndless awe, blue eyes, green wavesIf only I could speakMaybe I wouldnt feel so aloneIf only I could speak to youIf only I could speak
The Eminence Of Eternal SleepYou will be thereEveryone will be there with youIll be dressed upSuit and tie, makeupPlease dont cry, It hurts when you cryJust move onDont look backClose the lid and walk awayPlease dont wish to see meIt'll break your heartAnd dont cry, it hurts when you cryI hope that you live happilyBig house, white picket fence2 kids and a dogI hope you have funDont tell your kids about meIt'll bother themPlease dont cry, it hurts when you cryBuild a new lifeYou'll choose the best path, I know you willJust turn your back and leavePlease dont cry, it used to hurt so much
Stoned Back To RealityMetallic eyes pierce my backPoison fingertips brush my faceThe psuedo-security sets inAnd i am forced to complyThe dream becomes realityAnd the latter a dreamThe flipside of my own universeIs my own anti-universeMy reality is a dream
SharingThere are things in this world that I dont understandThere are people that I dont knowThere are things that I will never do with my lifeThere are days that I will never seeThere are places Ill never goThere are not enough minutes in lifeThere are people like you that I wont be able to share them with
Reunion of SoulsI have a razor in my handI have a picture in my headIf you cant be here with meIll come join youAnd everything will be okay
All Of MeIm a wide eyed childIm a serial killerIm a lieIm a sinnerIm a jokeIm a fallacyIm a bookIm a pathetic wasteIm a junkieIm a saintIm a spin-offIm a bastardI am everything that I could ever hope to beI am breathing, everythings okay
Looking For The TimeHaving not the wisdom to ruin my own life, I turn to youKnowing nothing of love or how to fall in and out of it, I turn to youReleased now are my demons, blame to be placed, I turn to youFreedom I have not, so once again, I turn to you.......And you disappear
Matthew 1220London took my breath awayI gasped, unable to find the nourishment in the evil air that settled after your plane departed.I shiver, willing to move on, but not bearing enough strength or courage to do soI burn, I pine, I perishI curse the day that London stole my better half
Bullshit Lies and False Pridestill lifestill bornwas i ever alive at all?i know that im not anymore
We all are beautiful!We all are beautiful!The problem is on our eyes!
Authorshipyou’re the authorof this story - and yetinsist on playingthe role of a foilwhen you couldrewrite the pagesas you wish.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
spaceshiptwoWhat's leftafter the explosionare these suns,a faint projectionfrom an unreachable darkness,flickering.And then everything is simultaneous;the entangled mess,the crowds.*And maybe it's all about editing and being edited-The pilot painted across a desert,A desert painted across the pilot.*Or the holographic drift, a surface reflection-The expanse outside echoed inward,Jagged orange treelines over the firefly black like someone holding onto a woman(or the memory of a woman).*Or maybe just the T.V. relayas I struggle to sleep,the newscasterfrom both dimensionsglowing and whispering:The horses of your apocalypse/the apocalypse of your horses.
Fixing the damageYou feel damagedAnd brokenJust like meBut togetherWe can change thatWe can fix each otherSo don't give upWe need each other
glass in the throatthere's something about thathollow quiet in the nightthat bite of airbeneath the clouded moon:something like calm words,falling through the gapsbetween stained teethsomething like a dull thud,a stumbling fawnbruised by a wheel.something about thatclinging crowding darknesssomething likea sweet invitation:prey on us sinners,now,at the hour of our death.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
AloneI look aroundI see peopleYet I'm aloneAlways.
I don't like cooking!I don't like cooking!
Scared ShitlessThe power of the razorThe power of the wristThe power of the mindAgainst the power of the wishDeath on swift wingsOr on slowVisit me tonightNobody has to know