They don’t know
They don’t know what happens in my head
They don’t know what it feels like to want to die
They don’t know why I can never leave my house
They don’t know why I can’t stop crying
They don’t know who really cares
They don’t know who can save me
They don’t know where I go while I sleep
They don’t know where I go while awake
They don’t know when I will be happy
They don’t know when it started
They don’t know
Dancing on my poison Lips
Breathing in deep this poison from a stick
Hoping it will kill the poison of a life
This poison a friend when there are none to be found
Ten more reasons
nine little quirks
eight lovely hates
seven total times
six holy shits
five lucky guesses
four gazing eyes
three speaking lips
two feuding feelings
one beating heart
Where the wild things roam; die die die thoughts of death
Rolling around
Rolling around
Where the wild boars play; pain pain pain thoughts of pain
Rolling around
Rolling around
Where the wild berries grow; hate hate hate thoughts of hate
Crime can be a scene of love
Love is Lust
Love is Gluttony
Love is Greed
Love is Sloth
Love is Envy
Love is Pride
Love can be a scene of crime
Friends of mine slow dancing in a burning room
Walk this way on the table playground love,
Without you carried home.
You oughta know fall victim’s dirty little secret.
Midnight rider all I ask of you
Breathe to and fro dominated love slave.
I want it that way, get drunk and screw.
God only knows I missed the glance.
Octopus’s Garden, nicotine and gravy.
Big pimpin’ constellations from me to you.
Bricks steal my kisses and I’m crazy in love with captain jack.
Where is the love rock show buffalo soldier?
On my way to work, oops I did it again.
Sheep go to heaven Modern art gallery,
Stop in the name of love before he cheats.
Beautiful Green eyes carve your heart.
Summer skin, take it off,
Hello, I love you, listen.
Call me when you’re sober dancing
Dance do you realize?
I’ve got you under my skin over my head
Let go, bubble gum tears.
Iris and Clint Eastwood, welcome to paradise.
Rock and roll razorblade fabulous girl problems.
Collide diluted, same directions light grenades next exit.
Such great heights banana pancakes
Love song for no one stars in their eyes all my life.
Everybody changing.
I predict a riot over diamonds from Sierra Leone.
Smile like you mean it toxic girl.
My art is a misty mountain hop,
Zip locked and harder to breath.
Road less traveled is dead disco.
Black Cadillac’s with no strings attached.
Toxic spider webs, every breath you take smells like peaches.
Stop and stare wicked misery business, elevate me later.
Sleeping in little sparkee, under the bridge?
Fidelity is unfaithful; paint it black and gimme the light.
New slang mind reader I have tiny little fractures.
Afternoon delight burritos adding to the noise of what you own.
Someday my prince will come to the delirium trigger.
The war, you’re so damn hot, beat it.
Geek in the pink, I lost all my money at the cockfights.
Robot rock home to the hotel Yorba.
Kielbasa my sacrifice and learn to fly.
Smack that landslide with,
99 problems happy nation.
Red oyster cult’s radio song.
Sing a star,
Eat a pancake.
Sign a card,
Be a best friend.
Sex a man,
Eat a meatloaf.
Stop a war,
Be a human.
Store a feeling,
Eat a pretzel.
My feelings that have been evoked
Have made me lose all hope.
To create a life that’s best for me
Only failure is what I will see.
Maybe this should be my last smoke?
The thought of being broke,
Will always remain in my scope.
They say a career is a guarantee
When you have a promising bachelor’s degree.
So why do I hold fear?
Everyday these feelings are provoked
And have made me slip faster down this slope
Into a world unknown to we
That feels like I’m breathing under the sea.
If I take a quick line of coke
And for a minute will everything be clear?
Why have you brought me here?
Dead leaves and the dirty ground,
Star shine bowl of oranges.
She came in through the bathroom window,
Dead or alive, frame by frame.
For the benefit of Mr. Kite, he’s a tramp.
My generation clockwatching,
Parting of the sensory remedy.
Sunday morning I hear you breath.
I can’t see your face in my mind the way we get by.
Early in the morning, what light?
Ultimate letter bomb.
This velvet glove specialist is what I’ve been looking for.
Young and proud major leagues.
I could be in love with someone like you.
Last call,
Be the miracle, sway.
Here we go again, a punchup at a wedding.
Sixth whole soul the one.
The ocean breaths salty black plastic bags and fake plastic trees.
Alone in Kyoto, what do I need with love?
Churn Maiden, can you feel the love tonight?
Books of flags, never there.
Come downstairs and say hello.
Potato juice and liquid bread paper cut.
Wishing on a star you will be a hot dancer my friend.
Spanish panic, the sound of settling down, breaking free.
Slowly moving on a cloud in a dream,
While tips of toes guiding the light reach faces watching with big eyes.
Only a whisper is heard among mouths,
While the dark light only picking up the smell of sweat and pain.
Arms moving along with the silence,
While legs guide feet as they paint a portrait in the lifeless ground.
Hearts keeping a beat for a moment,
While the floor becomes one with the light.
Joy dripping to the ground,
While the silence is slowly erased by the light.
Only happiness is heard,
While the crashing of hands makes music to dancing ears.
A final bow continued,
While a single tear falls from the sky.
