-I want to die like a fly while im high on the dope there's
no hope for a dreamer
with a rope, or maybe choke on my own vomit, fly above like
a comet to the sun or a
gun that was stolen, given to you as a present for your
birthday by yourself cause
it was forgotten by everyone else. Your friend got shot, she
was left in the cold and
you kept growing old. Life goes on, does earth revolve
around the sun? do life have
a meaning? are my life just begining? is it ash to ash dust
to dust or will my soul
just burst? will my blood run dry as i slowly die?

-waiting in the cold for a bird to be bold & take you away
cause you dont want
to stay. you'll go mad unless you run, why do i have to
untie the bound? jokes arent
funny, they make you sad the things you want are already
dead, burried in the cold
in the sand where you stand & the birds still fly, they fly
really high, above
the clouds & kingdom come up there there are a lot of
clowns.
You change what you wear see if you dare put on a mask & go
to church, to mass,
pray for Jesus to give you a hand "oh lord jesus christ i
hope you're not dead"
but you know that he is so you turn to his enemies "oh satan
my dear i'll sing you
a cheer about destruction & shame that soldiers' hearts
contain, about the glory you
have, that god gave away, take me away for this i pray."

-End of things, all the things in the world seem so
pointless through the eyes of he
who lost his love & has his heart torn on the ground, on his
floor at home in the
kitchen, the kettle is wistling, the dog is barking & they
find him with a smile
& a glow in his eyes & the moon sheds a tear drop on his
only love, an important
role in heavon, his soul has won but the pain will forever
run him down, run you
down, in the snow, in the rain always in the brain that was
damaged in the battle
against religion & faith, the answer is known now but it
still hovers way above
ground & the blood still flows a feeling no one else knows.