The imaged burned on the screen with absolute satisfaction.  Echoing masterpieces of mysteries breathe down the walls.  Misguided light can't show you the answers, only fatal words can bring on the cancer.  So peel the words from the skin, and comatose familiarity.  Your dealing with death's ransom.  And u can't win this one, no matter how long time holds still.  So make a movie of your life to stay alive.  

But flashes only last so long, and holes begin to fill.  Digging their own graves, to cash in quickly.  Reality is only a fantasy, that we believe in to confuse our thoughts of faraway idols and dream-full toxicity.  To reserve our place in our own coffins, bed, home and rotting.  I found the place where this all happens, born to a world that completely claims us.  So death here is my ticket, take me to edge of insanity.  And let life recreate me.

I miss your voice even though ive never heard it, I miss your touch even if I can't feel it. I want your lips, cuz you wanted to be my first kiss.  You broke the shell that softened the blows.  Love made a hole that will grow.  Maybe i am just to nervous, with no blood flow. And now i can't stay away, but you're not here, there's just smoke.  I feel that our connection is being cut, and being to fade.  

Was this all a trap, or a joke.  You say that you love me, maybe i don't know.  I just feel that you're leaving my heart after you opened my soul.  Now i feel like a monster, who could love such a beast.  Howling in pain, and you're not here to wipe the tears away.  Looks like the doors open for more, **** in everything and lose all the love, and receive only dismay.  But my mind leads a stray, and thoughts pile up.  

I really do think you love me, for who could love a beast, with this face, his heart and claws.  I just wish that i could hold you tonight, maybe everything would be alright.  Please don't leave me, even though this might not work at all.  For I really do love you, i don't want to curl up in ball,  and go back to that shell.

I paint the walls with the tar from your lungs.  And kick out the chair from beneath me.  Heres a moment where **** collides into beauty.  Where oxygen isn't needed to fill me.  And time becomes precious for now it's pretty.  A still life set in each room, flashing lights for exposure.  

What a fun disaster.  Eyes meant to burn, from each turn you take.  Scream as you may I am scarring your mind with this blade. You are trapped in an amusement park of red and white gowns. Not even clowns are this scary.  ******* run away but you better get used to staying.  And sow a smile on that face, because the doors are locked, forever.

So your eyes better be black soon or u won't have a soul left, to drag, home.  And here comes the minister, to marry u to this disaster.  A trap door set for victims that get pain out of pleasure.  Pain out of ******* pleasure.  To much ******* pain.  

So I paint the walls with the tar from your lungs.  And kick out the chair from beneath.  Heres a moment where **** is pretty.  So **** your life, this is your home now.  Get use to being dead on display.

Wait here to see a magic show to please all the boys and girls of the world.  A great disappearing act that no one knows.  A trick to leave all in awh, so selfish for him not to reveal.  But that makes it better for all of us to figure why he took this choice to show us for a moment that no one ever knows how magic goes.  Don't close your eyes for to long for his tricks only last a moment, yet they leave u in memorized commitment for another seized punishment.  The curtain falls and the mysterious man vanishes from infront of us.  A tale to be told as if he ran off with all our gold.  Bewildered he ran off with nothing but his magic show. Should have known that this trick was nothing more then false commitment.  Wait here to see a magic show to please those who have no self control.

Paint my walls and cover up all my small indents.  Get a ladder because there's more ground to cover, Ive spread like a three leaf clover.  I've never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, but luck always lies.  

Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways. The wind carries me, who knows where it will take me.  Hopefully somewhere where I am picked and used as a gift.  To be in a vase or in someones hair to show off a look.  

Land on lawn, what a habit, hope to grow long, but am ******* kicked and cut and rubbed out what luck.  But ive never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, to replace this doubt that consumes my soul.  Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways.  So get some dirt and a shovel because thats only way I would grow into something beautiful.

If i dig where I sleep, have I been sleeping way to **** long.
My ears are plugged with dirt, and my teeth grind while I smirk.
The violin begins to play oh mary, and i begin to think iam not ready.
This heaviness of brick and wood play around my fixture.  

As I sit here not to care at its silent mixture.  My eyes already adjusted to this sharp picture, freeing me from life to another.  Please take me, drive me away
before I lose all my thought, i can't quit this now its all i got.  Please let me
go back, if i lose it now, i will lose all my color.  

**** my figure theres nothing left, but disaster, my waisted life and empty laughter. It has consumed me and played my time.  I dug where I slept and I gave it all up for best.  I ran away at all cost and it became dirt with the rest.

The needle ****** the figure and i lose sense of picture.
So turn up the burners and let loose all fictions.
Because i can't distinguish the bathroom from the kitchen.
The room becomes a ferris wheel of laughter and the mind
begins to wonder.  Iam just a cage of blunders, drowning
underwater.  Tied to the mast, with holes left of the past.  
They cast out as you slowly fill up, to let you sink under.