My head isn't bare
So trouble i'm hiding
You assume
Under my scarf
Within my hair
Yeah, of course that's true
Because feelings i don't have
And to care i never do
WOW what some people
Sophisticated much
in wardrobe and appealing,
But how about
thoughts and some feelings?

What if you were to dream,
And everything was perfect,
Would you wake up,
And think,
'What if I were to dream perfectly again?'

Her beauty is astounding
It leaves my heart pounding
I won't bore you with the details
But when she walks past an angel hails

I try to explain this feeling
How she sets my head reeling
But she pushes me away
"Ugly got too close to me today"

She doesn't care that I'm a girl
And she sets my head in a whirl
It's my look she objects to
The cruelty of nature, through and through

Every day I try, I do
To get those thre words out "I love you"
Every day she shows me
The dirt is the only place I can ever be

"Ugly. I'm pretty. You're not."
I don't care a jot
Her hands are filthier than mine
Disinfectant doesn't change a detail so fine

"Ugly. I'm pretty. You can never be."
It's true, I know, as I fall to on knee
She looks perfect but her heart is flawed
There's only one way she can be cured

"Pretty. I'm Ugly. You should be too.
I only do this because I love you
The knife slices through her skin
I hold her frame, so gentle and thin

"I'm Ugly now, you're to blame."
Through her bandages her eyes are aflame
"You were always Ugly, to the core
Be Pretty my love, as never before."

I love you
So much
I live for you
I'd die for you

I love you
In a way
You can't understand
I'd die for you

I love you
I need you
No one else can have you
I'd die for you

I love you
I lust for you
You belong to me
I'd die for you

I love you
But you were with him
If you can't live for me
Then die for me

I'm fuming
I'm angry
I'm ready to explode
At this world
That society seems to condone
Hold me back
Don't let me do it
After all, it's not really worth it
But I want to
I want to smash the face of every ignorant politician
Drop-kick every homophobe and racist
Break the knuckles of every murderer and ******
And when that's done
I want to break the littering fingers
Chop off the chopping arms
Bleach the throats of the bleachers
Then what will be left behind?
The just and the kind
The accepting and the loving
Ready for peace and harmony
All over the world
And me
The violent
Cruel
Heartless
Undeniably
Evil
They wouldn't **** me
The pacifists and the merciful
I'd have to do it myself
Then the ideal world would be born
But I would be dead
And many more people
So I sit and complain
Not really doing anything at all

His sky will never be blue
His clouds will always be grey
His air will always be ash
These visions won't go away
His eyes will always be haunted
His friends will never come back
The war man limps along the road
His possessions in his sack

He sees their agony in the water of the duck pond
He hears their screams in the teenagers playing songs
He smells their burning flesh in the vegetable aisle
What has been done to his friends, what wrongs?
He feels their cold skin on the kitchen tiles
He tastes their blood in the food he eats
The war man remembers those who once were
Their downfall after talk of heroic feats