The last thing I want is pushing behind
The Hollywood sign,
empty boulevard
Hazel pamphlet,
gazed roads ending
meadow beside the city
The road filled with empty
A mean frequency of few cars
The smokey fumes rising
above the walnut tree,
Flirting with the dangling branch
The waves touching heaven and everything,
To sleep so low,
It makes me bleed
The fire keeping us warm,
untouched cold within,
Everyone using the wood and oil
Belong to the mighty
Hollow of our creed
Belong to the mother of the father that
Made us be
Belong to the ghost that guards
Beneath sheets or,
Feeling lonely
Belong to yourself for
Believing

Oh to close upto oblivion
The light pressing against white noise
Rain and this youtube video of "study with me"
The feeling of being drowned in breathing waters
My revolution must be prone to resolution
Time is a bust with a decisive British accent
In the back everyone's feeling sorry for the loner
Digging into oblivion
I found gold, a telescope that looks upto Orion
I have no one to show

Twinkle little star
This world is broken, shine away in waste
Lay crude, in places to be, taken by dark
A little child wishes to be
Something miraculous, pretty
While she faces herself in lowest place
Covers her mirror,looks at you little star
And depressurises her spacesuit
Pull her out, pull her out
She was only dreaming
But she lingers healthy in her little dream
Twinkle little star
You killed someone without existing
Laugh it out in secrecy

The moon felt no rest, crest of distress
Felt like it's her purpose to say nothing
Hang herself signing a lullaby putting us in sleep

I guess we could have some fun
Throwing darts at me
While I am going a thousand miles per second
I can't slow down
I have a train to catch, it would take me some place nice
A rebuttal intertwined destiny and monotonous suffering
But still I can't slow down
Shoot me down
Shoot me down

The red colour of valentine
The saint was caught up with a fine
For driving too fast to save me
From my inevitable death
And we'll have a blue room
Cover it, in a fish bowl
"Would you like to eat something?"
I must turn on the radio before
The bowl fills up with Lead as the saint wished it to be

When you were here someday
I used to wake up in your arms
Everyday, every time I cried
You were just like this perfect description
Of the angel we create
And I don't belong here
I belong with you and everything you touched
Is hurting so bad, I might remove it off
I'm panicking, god save me I'm panicking
But something tells me you are still
Lurking like an angel
Just like an angel