Stop the planes,
Your all insane,
Killing man,
Because you can,

Stop the guns,
They're all gods sons,
Lifeless towns,
Mankind drowns,

Under the weight of power,

Stop the death,
Save their breath,
Let life live now,
Show them how,

Stop the terror,
It's all an error,
We're all just living,
Forgive, forgiving,

Under the weight of love.

It's starting to get cold outside

Leaves falling
And trees dying

It's starting to get cold outside

The gloomy sky
The sad goodbyes

It's starting to get cold outside

Happiness vanishes
Sadness emerges

It's starting to get cold outside

Coldness seeps into the soul
Shivers caressing the spine

It's starting to get cold outside

a rainy day
a lonely girl
nothing else matters
but the pen in
her hand.

she wishes she
could change the world
but all she can
write is:

*There is no reason to be so cruel.

Death is like and unopened present
that was lost in the back of a Christmas tree

Just like people
who are lost
in the back of a crowded room

So lost, that they seek death
the only present worth opening

Death has always seemed inviting
more inviting than the presents in the front
of the Christmas tree

I seek death
because I am lost
and alone
in the back of a crowded room
waiting to open the present
that is lost in the back of the Christmas tree

Dying love in a gilded cage,
Imprisoned by my pent up rage.
You never loved me, but neither did I,
The last gift you gave was the gift of goodbye.