Tonight i will look at the stars,
I will dream of you and I
Now, tell me, Is there life on mars?
Or just stardust in the sky?

Pretty skies make me feel alive.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Here we walk the desert alone,
Under the sun scorched and black
Ashes rain down upon the heads of children,
Lying awake in battery city.
Waiting for Destroya to come and save us,
from Better Living Industries,
Who manufacture our organs in the clean white coated skyscrapers.
The killjoys hiding in the desert,
In the nest as we protect the girl,
With our masks as ***** as our souls,
And ray guns that blast the Draculoids
And **** the perfect minding.
Turn the music up so loud,
Disturb the silent city.
Don't watch the channels provided by poise
Does it make you feel the pills you ate?
Think of all the ones they stole
the imperfected ones.
You cant because they stole the thoughts from you.
Vaseline drenched lips that drool with frozen smiles,
With boiling blood in your throat.
Dr. D's on the radio again tonight
Tune in and listen close
Because we got no room for heroes.
And got no room for ghosts.