Sing the songs monkey.
Bash the gongs monkey.
Do no wrongs monkey.
Do as you're told.

Life's a game honey.
It's all the same honey.
What's your name honey?
Come when you're called.

Don't back down sweetie.
Yell in the crowd sweetie.
Take off the shroud sweetie.
Fight it till your death.

Where you going kiddo?
Time keeps flowing kiddo.
There's just no knowing kiddo.
Give it up or else.

Run the risk of dying dear?
For the chance at flying dear?
Sadly I've been lying dear.
Get down from there.

Listen to the letters kid.
Listen to your betters kid.
Just accept your fetters kid.
You won't change anything.

It's not real dude.
You can't feel dude.
All you do is steal dude.
So just shut up.

Break from all the violence friend?
Break from all the silence friend?
Or maybe just the islands friend?
You can try all you want.

I'm just a clown spirit.
Talk me down spirit.
Break me down spirit.
Please, do it for me.

Break the rhythm.

Break lies.

Break the sadness.

Break me please, spirit.
Bring me ease spirit.
And as you leave spirit,
Shut the door behind you.

Please... Smile for me.
That's the one thing I ask.
A smile.
A simple gesture really.
It doesn't take very much effort.
To muster up happiness.
No, it's quite easy.

That's what they all say at least.
Smiling is tough though.
It weighs on you
Takes something away.
Almost every smile covers a lie
After all you can't spell smile without
L
I
E

But I need you to smile
Because that smile is worth the pain
Worth the wondering and confusion
Worth the trouble that you claim to cause
Worth every moment.

My dear. Smile.
I'll do it too
I really will
Just take my hand
Close your eyes
And smile.

I don't need it.
No, that's never the way.
Besides, need removes the point.
No I don't need your smile.
But I want it.
Long for it.
And that's why I ask

Please... Smile for me.

And when you do, I'll be there
Be there to catch you afterwards
It's tough stuff this happiness business
But when the high is gone
Have no fear.
I won't let you fall.

Just a happy mistake huh.
Just a mishap of something I can't control?
Or is it even a mishap at all my dear,
Is what I pay such a negative toll?

Do I pay for my emotions?
Pay for my complete command?
Or is it something else.
Something in which I actually had a hand.

See I think this process was mine.
This burden is mine to bear.
Because one can only run so long
Before he forgets, and his past becomes thin air.

No, this was my doing.
I'm convinced of that much for sure.
Over time it always gets easier.
Easier and easier to blur

The lines I walk in, color between, and live by.
My life is my own creation
Is it true what you said?
Could this honestly be my salvation?

This separation of mind and body.
Soul and flesh ripped apart.
Or was it more graceful and intentional,
A precision cut above my heart.

See my body bears no scars,
No music bars for clefts of my past.
But my mind is white with the memories.
It's hardened, and these scars are the ones that last.

It was my own doing indeed.
That much I'll admit.
I dragged the knife across my thoughts.
Again and again, I made them fit.

Fit my desires and my ability,
Fit my tolerance for pain.
But how can one expect an end to suffering,
When pain is the vehicle of gain?

No, my knife is bloodied.
Used far more than you'll ever know.
I dragged my knife across my emotions.
So now, they simply never show.

It only takes one scar to begin a collection.
One cut to begin an addiction.
One taste to begin the obsession.
And one life to maintain the pure fiction.

That to overcome pain, one must accept it.
To defeat pain, one must welcome it.
I have overcome my pain my friend.
And with it, the rest of it.

The rest is gone too.
Oh, sweet, sweet irony.
A happy mistake indeed my dear.
The happy mistake is trusting me.

Well this is odd.
See I feel lonely, but not alone.
I feel empty, but no hunger.
I feel dead.
But I'm alive.

I walk alone.
I walk alone.
My shadow has even left me.
What happens when I feel dead?
But I'm still breathing?
When I'm no longer living,
I'm just breathing to death.

Well I'll tell you.
You turn to anything.
Something.
Anyone,
Someone.
Longing for the love to fill you.
Longing for some sort of satisfaction.

When your reaction is to turn away
To retreat into yourself
To leave everything behind
All you can do is bear it.

When your summer is over
And you really don't like fall.
When you're alone and dead or dying
It ***** to be in the middle of it all.

You know some people say
That the eyes are the window to the soul.
Some people say
That what's behind can be warm despite the cold.
Some people say
That they're heavy when the soul's old
I would say I'm one of the people.

But what about when the eyes go dull?
When there seems to be nothing left?
When the color seems to disappear
When the whole world committed theft
Of those eyes' happiness
Of their very life
It can seem like hope is gone
Like the only choice is a rusty knife
Cause after all, we're all just pawns.

Play the game, play the game.
Move pieces, never sing
But playing's ultimately all the same
When we've already lost our king.
Everything's just finished.
The games already done
Cause everything is finished
When someone has gone and won.

But what if the game isn't over?
What if there still something there?
What if those eyes still shine
Even in this poison air?
It would mean the soul is strong.
Indomitable and true
It's steady, and it's love is long
Now we can move to you.

See no matter how many times you try
No matter how many times you fall
I know those eyes still shine
Even when you've lost it all
So when I'm feeling down
Or need to feel alive
All I need is to look in your eyes.
And I remember why I'm alive.

See it's people like you that keep me here
The ones I love and hold dear.
The ones that stick around forever
That help me bet my fear.
Whether dark, dull, or radiantly bright.
I know they'll always be there.
So I'll tell you what your eyes told me
I'm here. No need to be scared.

I got my own little jar of love.
Filled up with sweet nothings and kisses.
But it's been sealed, cause it's had enough.
Had enough of sweet nothing misses.

I'll break the seal though some day soon
Feel the ink and paper in my palms
And I'll toss them up, up to the moon
Cause amongst this chaos I need some calm.

Call me crazy, call me weird.
But These slips of love expired.
I'll burn them all, all the things I feared.
I'll warm my palms in the heat of the fire.

Love burns bright, in life and in death.
It burns hot and it burns long.
But careful, when ink and paper are all that's left.
There's a time stamp on this fires song.

I'm awake.
The demons can't get me anymore.
I'm awake.
The evil can't eat me anymore.
See I'm awake.
Sleep is where they live.
And cause I'm awake,
I'm free.

Free from the spirits that haunt me.
Free from the shadows that stalk me.
Free from the ghosts that follow me.
And free from the dead that chill me.

Don't fall asleep.
Don't give up.
Run, scream, die.
Just don't sleep.

My demons aren't creatures.
My demons aren't horrors.
My demons don't go bump in the night.
My demons are inside.

Inside my mind they wait.
Inside my thoughts they lay.
I'm paralyzed by a fear I can't control
God I can't fall asleep.

See in sleep my mind runs free
Free from it's bonds that protect me.
The bonds I place in the day
Disappear in the night.

Mama always said told me
Nothing good comes of the night
Cause all our sins come out to play
And laugh, and yell, and stare.

I'm awake.
And I'm horrified.
Cause if I sleep.
I'll set myself free.
And how great is that fear
That fear of ourselves.