I think about you every day,
Even though I wouldn't dare to say.
I've been working on myself,
But honestly it doesn't help.

Life is fine,
But all is blue...
The last time I felt happy,
I was with you.

Excitement - Yes.
Fulfillment - No.
I don't feel at home
Anywhere I go.

The strength I've gained
Through hours of hardship
Seems useless now since we have parted.
If I'd had this strength when we were together,
I would have used it to keep you here forever.

Rapidly accelerating,
The atmosphere fighting back.
Wheels-a-turning and foward straighting,
The turbo then starts to attack.

Adrenaline, the vessels pulsating.
The heart is swelling, the fear-a-breaking.

Never was such an intoxi-rush
Than with a motor's forward push.

In these ugly times, my words reflect the nature.
Beauty is to be found, but it will be found later.
Like the hard-headed flower at the cusping of the spring,
My petals will soon open and sweet nectar it will bring.

I'm spending time thinking about my auntie Lisa again
Man, I swear, the fact she died still hasn't touched my brain
Sometimes she's the only person I feel that I could relate to
The other half of my brain is telling me she would hate you
Cause I haven't really always done the right thing
And now when I speak to certain family, it's just fighting
I remember she bought me a bike and brought me cycling
And I found it so strange that she would do me such a nice thing

But that's what family's for
And I had rarely felt that feeling
But if it wasnt for my auntie Val I probably wouldn't be eating
If it wasnt for my uncle Tom I'd probably be on the streets and
If I didn't have that family then I probably wouldn't be breathing

My innocence now, seems stronger than ever.
The more I understand of this world, the less I can make sense of it.
Curiosity seemingly coded into us...
Is it human?
Or is it universal?
Does the Sun too, ask itself why it burns so brightly, when it has no real reason to at all?

I live a synthetic life.
Fabricated are my thoughts.

My feelings are plastic;
Brittle, though they are strong.

I can feel however I want to feel
And do whatever I like.
This, my friend, is the beauty
Of living a synthetic life.

It's why if I would like to speak with god,
I may do it lysergically.
And it's why I've never felt an ounce of pain,
Not even during surgery.

If I want to be the king,
I don't even need a throne.
All I need is a tiny bit of powder up my nose.
And with the pills that I may buy
With my synthetic money.
I may feel synthetic love,
Even alone;
How funny.

Trying to smoothen out the edges
On a jagged surface of Jade.
I will cut myself if I am not careful;
This girl is as sharp as a blade!

She's vicious and she's charming,
In the most enchanting way.
If Jade asked, with love, to cut my throat,
With love, I would die today.

The moon, it seems to steal its shine
From the eyes of my sweet Jade.
When I'm with Jade, and day turns to night,
The sunlight appears not to fade.