They don’t understand.
Everything gotta be their way.
They don’t seem to care.
It’s always their way, day after day.
When will they see?
I need to be free.
Yes, like a bird.
Tell me when I will be heard.
Why can’t they see?
That’s my say.
I’m not going to plead because it’s a childish play.
They just don’t know.
Everything’s a bore, day by day.
I’m caged in, that’s for sure.
Page by page
Where’s the door?

There is a me inside me I wish the world to see.
It is the me I wish could be free of pain and sorrow.
I know why I wish to die.
Why can’t it be that I be set free of pain and sorrow?
Not a knife or gun could make me run as pain has done.
I run from pain and sorrow as I do from tomorrow.
I wish tomorrow not to come.
I wish it to be over now, today, so here sorrow will stay.
I wish no more games to play.
Why can’t darkness forever be here?
No one seems to care.
No one seems to know if tomorrow comes on sorrow will go.
Stop sorrow today and again here sorrow will stay.
Run from tomorrow I plead, don’t let sorrow make you bleed.**** the day today.
Make sorrow go away.
Run from tomorrow, I’m dead because of pain and sorrow.

Lions in the street and roaming dogs in heat
As the rain makes the river run, the rain shows the death of the burning sun.
After the rain has gone, the rebirth of the sun won’t be long and the sun will remain until the next rain.
Life and death are in people as well as in trees and flowers and as you all know death is at the end of all these dying hours.
As ****** and **** are still a sin, death will still work from within.
Summer, winter, spring, or fall, it doesn’t matter death will still call.
Early morning, noon or night, there’s no way out.
Death is still in sight.
Some say death to you and I, and some say death is just another word for die.
I say death is just another word for goodbye.
I think death is another word for learn how to fly.

I smoked and drank.
I sat and sunk.
To this day, I quiet riot have the rage.
It’s a quiet night, a mellow tune.
The stars are bright, so is the moon.
He’s behind me every step of the way.
I’m running from death and he wants to play.
I’m in a dark land I don’t understand.
Holes everywhere with fire
He said this way out, the liar!
Why does he play with my brain?
Does he want me to go insane?
Where does this hill I’m falling down lead?
It doesn’t feel like a dream.
I tried to awake myself with a wild scream.
Scared, insane, tired of praying, I got away.
Thank you lord
The awesome beast The massive being.

In the twilight zone of being alone, I have discovered, the grave is uncovered.
Inside lie’s quiet riot.
He is to awake soon.
He is to be coming out of the mind because the flight is to be coming to a close and it’s the road of peace quiet riot seeks to find. Peace and quiet riot have been at war in  endless dreams.
Quiet riot cannot lose and peace will not give up, so the fight goes on.
Quiet riot takes a walk to the hill, not wishing to **** but taking the knife.
Again death will overcome life.
To bring a sleep that will not awake it’s the knife I must take, quiet riot spoke.
Quiet riot will once again speak.
It’s the road to peace I will begin to seek.
My journey will not end until the road has died, but quiet riot grows tired and enters another dream and once again death will overcome life.
To bring a sleep that will now awake it’s the knife I must take.
For again, the stone man is broke
I, quiet riot, spoke

Quiet riot is the power of many, but very few know the power of quiet riot.
The force of quiet riot was inside my soul, unwilling to hide and out of control.
Quiet riot spoke and the stone man was broke.
Quiet riot will speak; it’s the worlds’ death I seek.
The word key the world could never see.
They always thought it had to open a door, but no more, it can open the mind.
The quiet riot kind, Quiet riots’ explosion in my mind will happen soon.
There’s no place to run, in time he’ll destroy the sun.
Quiet riot cries at times.
Sometimes he looks for peace, but in the mind war has still yet to cease.
Quiet riot will never cease to grow.
Sometimes he thinks the feeling of peace he’ll never know
Quiet riot can’t run, he won’t hide, he can’t sleep, and the feeling of anger he’ll always keep.
Quiet riot will always stay in my mind. Together the end we seek to find.

Across the universe let your minds fly because it’s there that you are alone.
Where you say?
In some other day
In some other time and life
Hand me the knife.
**** not me but my soul; I have no use for it.
**** not my spirit but cut out my heart and set it aside.
Sit me near the ocean I’m waiting for the tide.
Where will the tide take me?
I say away from life.
Hand me the knife.
**** not my anger but only my threat.
You say I’m crazy and should die?
Well so do I but death is not yours to wish upon others, death is yours to wish for yourself
If you want to die I’ll hand you the knife, which is not really a knife but a piece of life.
Sooner or later life will **** you all. Life is the killer and death is its thriller It’s what we’ve all been waiting for.
It’s the one unopened door.
All you need is the knife of life.
Death is the trip taken by many. For many of us that die  were often dazed by wonder                              .