I take a walk to ease my mind
But everything is a trigger
Old haunts, new taunts and still lifes
The abyss is getting bigger
(Every little thing)

I smoke a cig to clear my head
But images come as I stare into space
Ex-lovers, dead friends and hospital beds
I weep over an untied shoelace
(Every little thing)

Scattered my heart all over the world
Through my hallowed hollow dreams
To the right are the boys, to the left are the girls
Where's the middle where misfits can be free?
(Every little thing)

And I can't stop the pictures from entering my cranium
My subconscious pours out in waves
I  swear sometimes it has its own stadium
With an audience that needs an entertaining slave
(Every little thing)

And I see the man dropping bombs in the mail
Sending letters to the mayor to run me out of town
Like I haven't noticed that home has become hell
They want to exile the monster till she caves and burrows down
(Every little thing)

Wish there was a place where I could hibernate
Through the summer with its caustic sun
Maybe than I could find a mate
Within a candle, a pen and a gun
(Every little thing)

And while the sorcerer's do their voodoo, innocent and tragic
Breaking down cars and breaking down Houses
I hope they know there's a thin line between white and black magic
And if I have to, I'll bind you, even with a soul that's calloused
(Every Little Thing)

Cause only I deserve your weapons of harm
Leave my loved ones out of it
I know you think I live on karma's farm
But I'm on to your plans of my kismet
(Every Little Thing)

Every little thing,
From roses on the casket to jilted wedding rings,
From blooming flowers to ivy crawling up dead trees,
From the violence of love to the theologian's degree,
From a past with no clarity to a future on your knees,
I'm reminded of St. Augustine and the keepers of bees
And as the abyss gets bigger, I hope it will swallow my triggers.

The screws are tightening round my skull
In the same place where all the voices come from
Though this is no accident, no health misfortune
By now, yes, I’ve begged for it, begged for it to come
You call yourself a killer, well then finish the job
You call yourself a thrill, but the ones from me are all you’ve got
This terra is not my pill, when all kind monsters are forgot
As the real terror slaps on Maybelline, straps on a guitar
Somewhere in Xayide’s lair lies my memories
Packed like spheres of glass in a gumball machine
Someday I’ll return to sepia and monochrome
As another Dorothy clicks her heels…
*(Going anyplace but home)

Thrown off course
Thrown from the center
Pushed towards the limb
Pushed towards the edge
Losing luminosity
But where’re the warning signs
As you slide down the curtain
Of a waterfall
With a kiss like a snowflake
Still planted on your cheek
Are we all not mere products
Of broken hearts
Starting our mornings
In the moonlight
Under the dinosaur stars
Who made these calculations
Creation without measure
Or do all specifics
Fall into place post-heaven
The cluster is closed
And somehow you move
Out of the nursery
Company you lose
Constantly peeling off layers
Leaves no room to choose

Say a prayer as it goes
To your brain down from your nose
When will it come to a close
"When all my demons are exposed"

Listen carefully as the wind
That sends shudders to within
Gradually begins to grin
Even though you're bathed in sin

But then the high takes a bow
You forgot to live in the now
You were only focused on the how
Listen as the profane echoes drown
You in a whirlpool of cess
Consequences of excess
You're a bleeding carcass
You're an absolute mess

So I say a prayer to you
The one I can't refuse
The one I call my muse
The one and only excuse

Is there something you forgot?
I’m still sitting by the building with the gold pillars on top
Is there something you forgot?
I’m still breathing and therefore I still have a shot

Some beat around the bush
Others dive right in
You’ll never know
How it feels to be in my skin

Is there something you forgot?
I’m sitting on the beach with a gun and a six-pack on top
Is there something you forgot?
The devil exists so heaven won’t rot

But the past isn’t passing by fast enough
And the future waits but only in handcuffs
And how can you blame all the sinners who sin
You’ll never know how it feels to be in my skin

Is there something you forgot?
I’m sitting in my room with no ceiling on top
Is there something you forgot?
Thunderstorms can make you mourn only if you get caught

Some beat the disease
Others dive right in
Others teach
That no one can win

And if you feel wild and empty, tame but too full
You’ve got the bath, the ocean, or the swimming pool
So stick your head under
So stick your head under
So stick your head under

It starts like this
Watch the ocean and sky kiss
Building a ship of feathers
A place for sunburnt, stranded sailors
A tray for stillwater dreams
We crave a spell, a fix, a score
A contagion or a cure
Wearing shades till the candlelight begins its rhyme
Never get caught in nursery time
Never make contact of eyes
We tell ourselves it's Bethlehem
Inhaling glass
Playing house
Psychological profiles of planets
Silence amuses and upsets
Lay on your backs, arms out-stretched
Watch other heartbeats teach flying lessons
Hallucinate in sunspots
See the clouds as they dot out your fate in negative space
An extinct hue of eyes amidst a shade of blue
Stick your head out the firmament
Past the clouds
Breathe in the stars
Dome of the world
Never as menacing as these white fences
The moon and her ******
All our defenses against a scorching sun
Skyscrapers pierce but our fingers an eyes remain the best tools to drill small holes
To see what we want to see
Squinting in belief or disbelief
Hot cities and cold deserts
Hot coals and dust bowls
Anchored ghosts
A strange, soothing spark
A defeated arc
Acorn fell upon my head
Mother earth waits with bated breath and open jaws
Beware mass hysteria in a closed world
Fear-mongers striking dumb first
War efforts
Sounding alarms
Black swans
Sick doctors
Confetti leaves
Glittering sheets of ice
Thrones of sapphire
Where is all that truly radiates
Invisible lighthouses of hearts
Pitching tens for spiritual camps
Sitting Indian-style above his grasshoppers
Waiting for the day they'll make music again
Rotating along the circle curve like Buddha on a toy train set
A supposed circuit unending
Making night, restoring light
Millions of years in one blink
Life unworthy of life still thrives
Tattooed with shoelaces and turquoise veins
Repercussions of deformity
Antiseptic bombs
Hitchhiker's thumb
Scapegoats and escape artists
Chicken pox
Contempt attacks with gnashing teeth
Compliments and black *** magic
Totality, forgiveness, thunderstruck
Too good to be true
Kneel in the desert and die
Animals **** and we sing love songs
Oblivious housewife with a feather-duster
Talking puppets
A flick of ash
Adam's rotten-apple atoms
Superbirds and Zenplanes
The Morning After
Dead idols, trendsetters, setting worlds on fire
Casino collapsing
Purse-*******-Keys, check
An embrace like a boa
Penetrate, Swallow Whole
One nail through two feet
Time's cruel canopy
A funny tragedy
The audience is laughing blood

Pervert me
Convert me
Twist me
Turn me
To the surface, let it boil
Forget me, keep the spoils

I need extension
Some self-expression
I need extension

Internal traffic
Noise and laughter
Give me shelter
From this jungle

I need extension
Emerge me awkwardly
We’ll come together
In self-expression

Love is overrated
Grit and self-loathing
Her parents loved her but
It never did her any good
She wants to love
But not be in love
The past and present are grey
The future is void
Divine fear of cosmic flavors
But she can taste them
Face deep, she can taste
What no one else can

Faces echo
Death grips
Time warps
Memory slips
Dreams fly
So do the lies
No one goes
Where shadows roam
Beasts are we
In suits of suffering
Big big bang
God rose from nothing
Faces echo
Sheep with pride
To let them live
A lamb must die

Perihelion days are here
Whale music and poison kitchens
From rainbows to shadows
This is the ripening

In a house of 1,000 rooms
A girl waved her finger to follow
But swaying her translucent dress
I saw the girl was hollow

Candles in the rain
Battles and butchery
Accidental intoxicants
Take your easel to the streets
Find another road
Avoid the body police
It’s a still world but moving mind
We all end up dead meat

I see them in a psychedelic state
But there’s no love
I met them in an overcrowded place
But it’s no home

Perihelion days are here
As the hours fill with nevers
This is the ripening
Fake flowers last forever

A darkened sun
A lightless moon
And not enough wishes
To claim the stars that fall
A shakey heaven
A blackened earth
But not enough lies
To eradicate His words
A sacrificial trip
Through the wormhole and back
And not enough witnesses
To testify the savior
A million Fausts
Stretched out on the highway
And not enough devils
To do their ***** work

It must be hard
To find faults in yourself
As an angel
Tell me what place you go
When the moon sweeps her
Magic carpet tide
Have you ever possessed
The sad luxury
Of being on my level
Tell me please
I want to go where you go
But it seems I’m not allowed
Banished from the place
I’m just starting
To call home
I’m just starting
But your looks say I’m done
All the joy has been ****** out
Of everything I could
Barely hold on to
Help me please
I’m just starting

Feathers on the water
Flown from the bed
There death rested
A pillow for its head

Are we still in the EP
Or is this the sophomore slump
I can't tell anymore
I'm just the unpaid performer
Roll up myself in Twister sheets
So you can step and rock on me
Should I be searching for number three
Or make my way back to Mercury
Rabbit, do you wanna stone me
Or do you wanna save me
Ballerina wolf
Vampire Jesus
Demon hoof
Unicorn needle
How's it feel with those ears
Atop your ice cream cone
How's it feel to be under
A global microscope
And this frequency
Is truly killing me
But who cares I'm just a
Federal noxious ****
Here, eat some brain
See the Naja kiss
Watch the princess fall
Down the rocky gorge
This is what you call bliss
Rabbit, do you wanna stone me
Or do you wanna save me

Cut the rock moon out with scissors
But you can’t trace the shape of the gas sun…
Katabatic winds
Predatory cold
It’s only been days
And already winter’s old
Clashing clouds
Dire straits
The world’s in such a fever
It can’t see straight
Cut the rock moon out with scissors
But you can’t trace the shape of the gas sun…
Feel God’s breath upon your back as he blows you towards death
Blows you to death
The world’s in such a fever
It can’t see straight

Sackcloth on the tenterhook
Birdfeeders or birdlime
What is above must be holy
Cause 666 is time

The letter kills unless it’s
Written on the human heart
The martyrs win their crowns
And another life to start

There’re fresh waters above the heavens
But the lake of fire must be brimming
We’re all in the fish tank
Whether we’re sinking or swimming

The bridal city made of jasper
Gives babies eloquent tongues
The beauty penetrates my bones
The crystal air fills my lungs

But while we’re still on earth
The ancient sinner waits
Mocking the ignominy of our flesh
And using us as bait

My heart's been recycled
My heart's been put in the trash
My heart's been used and abused
My heart's been traded for cash

My veins have been poked and pricked
My veins are green and blue
My veins form a weird omen shape
Like a death-eater's tattoo

I used to have quick reflex
Could catch flying objects
Now all I can do is text
Under technology's hex

I used to be normal
Till someone took a picture
Now defined by the mystery down under
Defined by a strange tincture

My skin has been burned and scarred
By accidents, aging and stress
My skin covers up my skeleton
But it crawls every time I get undressed

My brain has something wrong with it
My brain is the cura and the curse
My brain's been scanned, fried, almost lobotomized
My right-brain is the drunk co-pilot, my left brain's in my purse

I used to be wild and vain
Now I'm sensitive and insane
In this trade-off what remains?
Flesh wounds for angels' slain

These days Jesus is a smoker
With an invisible cloak
Running on a schizophrenic rainbow
While we search for artificial paradise
To appease our soul’s appetite
It’s a kind of bottomless fall
Our chaos creates stars
As we walk through the dark forest
With all the timid insects
And aging is time travel
Cause soon you’ll be your parents
There’s an avalanche of power
That violates our psychic peace
When your only friends are dead people
And self-worth is in another’s mind
We need a fortress in our hearts
An anchor to reality
And a lighthouse of wisdom
Cause if no one agrees with you
You must be closer to the truth

Turn your keys into ignition
Just as a star explodes
Crying babies enter the world
Blades of grass learn to grow

Infinite darkness
Mixed with ominous beauty
The need for reflection
The burden of a curse
Mixed with foreboding air
That you’re not allowed to breathe

Erase all superstitions
Just as a black cat prowls
Lying children enter adulthood
The devil’s stomach growls

Infinite darkness
Mixed with ominous beauty
The need for reflection
The burden of a curse
Mixed with foreboding air
That you’re not allowed to breathe

Sitting alone with all my pain and strife
Everyday cuts like a knife
Guess I’ve been written out of the book of life
All the angels left my side

And my friends, they cause me damage
But all the same they help me manage
In my head, they all speak Spanish
And I have no dictionary

I’m a sensual insect with a heart of gold
Silver crucifix and terrycloth robe
Wish I could get back the love they stole
From the chakra in my chest

But maybe it’s all for the best
Yeah, maybe it’s all for the best
Still it can’t help but feel like a test

And in my dreams I crawl through the wormhole
I turn back time and get off parole-
The kind that eats away at your soul
In a world of normalcy

Alcoholic writer is a brand
But is worthy of monuments
Schizophrenic mind, neurotic head
Pull out the monsters from under the bed
And give them a home in your story

You’ve got to feel it in your bones
Said the artist of integrity
They ***** a crucifix, they dig your grave
Later they’ll analyze how you behaved
And build you temples of worship

No one wants to be a fossil
In the backwoods of one’s own skull
In a world that pushes you away
Then in death embraces your way-
That kind of imitation is not flattery

So support your fellow man
While he’s still kicking
Buy him a drink
Ask him to think
And get his autograph on a ***-soaked napkin

Toes are bronzed
Once they danced
Twirling tips
Winked romance
At one time
Dipped in gold
Prolonged use
Colors old
Now they feel
Stuck like stone
Barren seeds
Pebbles thrown
So they fell
Black swan curse
Ungraciously
For better, worst
The statue broke
Unwanted face
Could not stand tall
Without a base

Freedom is a suit of armor the world won’t lift a finger to help you put on.
It’s having the strength not to stay, but leave.
It’s making the choice, and not being labeled as cruel or cold because of it.
It’s holding someone’s hand in hell without explanation.
It’s not saying ‘it’s not you it’s me,’ but saying how things really are.
It’s not making compromises, but living in the world you alone created.
It’s never surrendering your beliefs, not even for the greater good.
It’s taking risks, giving into temptation, and saying no as much as saying yes.
It’s not having to explain yourself, or experience regret.
It’s an art, it’s madness, it’s chaos, it’s hot, it’s light, it’s intense, it’s heaven, it’s hell.

They say hell is not a place
But they liken it to fires
That constantly purge and burn
Kind of like our minds
And if I had a dime
For every human's ***** thought
I'd have a copper-nickel planet
With a thousand moons or more
And if this heart is my tabernacle
Could I withstand the day eternal
Or would I just become another
Abscess, maniacal
Cause like the space they claim is there
Around me all I see
Is a whole lot of nothing
Interspersed with dying breeds
And what they don't tell you
Either Or don't exist
We're all right as a button
And all wrong as an implanted chip
And just the other day
My lack of energy
Got a dead clock to start
And a bruise on my knee
So ship me where there is no one
South of the Antarctic cause
I want to see some sundog halos
And play with diamond dust
They say hell is not a place
But they liken it to fires
That constantly purge and burn
Kind of like these times

The buildings are burning down
The people are running around
But they don’t know where to run
Someone up there has a machine gun
“This is it, for the anarchists,” we say
From a rooftop far away
We take a wild guess
That soon we’ll be next
So we pinky swear to love
To never leave each other behind
Never leave each other behind
All the birds have flown away
And the stars are calling
Wonder what we would wish
If we saw one falling
All the laws are bent
So we step on them
From above in outer space
The blue must be muddled
“This is it, for all the ists,” we say
From a rooftop far away
We take a wild guess
That soon we’ll be next
So we kiss to honor love
And to never leave each other behind
Never leave each other behind

Day terrors and inside jokes
They’re the ones that love you the most
They cast the net
You learn to forget
Wonder if it’s the same coast to coast
It’s a grave situation
Enslaved in a smile
Honesty can’t be seen for miles
So what do you do
The past never feels new
The future feels fruitless
Your soul’s black and blue

But it has to get better
Cause even hate rusts
The dust in the hourglass
Never moves fast enough
And if you were a teacher
You could teach pain
All the heartbreak in the world
In every single drop of rain

Saturn wrote me a letter
But it ended up in your mailbox
I thought all your doors were open
Now you're just another lock I can't pick

The definition of hustler has changed
The original was more gangster than any
Of these rappers could ever imagine

(There's fruit loops falling all around me
But all I remember is grandma's house
Familiar but somehow tainted)

My situation is funky
But not on the groovy side
I have the power to **** you
Or open up your third eye

I grow in ****
I thrive in it
I'm no newborn
Been around since Genesis

They used my shape for warfare
But symbolism landed with a thud
They consumed me with flowers in their hair
Cause even the lotus grows in mud

I am incomprehensible
I am ancient
I'm not on the fence, I'm no vegetable
I'm not yours for the taking

Eve said I should only exist in autumn
Before the harsh winds blow from winter's call
Adam said humans don't know **** about me
But without me, they wouldn't exist at all

Does this ring any bells?
Does this sound any alarms?
(I am the disease and I am the cure
I'm the duality between your arms)

It’s a funnel cake November
Not quite an Indian summer
But somehow this sweet air could
Turn into a hailstorm
And the church bells ring
Right as darkness falls
Usually by now them bells are gone
Here comes the killing frost

Expect the worst
Every time you enter their world
Everyone’s but yours
Expect to die the death
You’ve died a thousand times or two
What’s one more?
Hey you’re still on our plane
That makes you arrogant
Hey our devices spoiled your flesh
How dare you relax
So in the meantime
Here’s an insult
Hope it cuts you up until
All of you’s cold
In the meantime
Here’s a present
Wrapped up in that tiny pocket
Old with dust
We wanna kick you, kiss you
But mostly **** you
Here’s a bone, run and fetch it
Here’s a ball, jump and catch it
We know our eyes don’t fool us
But we refuse to jog your memory
Here’s where it hurts
Singing along to your new hero
Yeah, he sold out to send you
A backwards message
Stay, for what
All you love is a crutch
To ease your endless
Hamlet dilemma

Fallacies are everywhere
In my palace, gasping for air
Doves fly rumors of dissidence
They have a certain dissonance
Still I can’t break the code
Camouflage cape, I need your abode
Gas mask for the May Queen
But we lost her after the parade scene
A stronger hammer for the Queen of Winter
In her fingers count the splinters
Fallacies are everywhere
In my palace, up the stairs
The doves only bring bad news
Words of sickness, animus and lewd
They have a certain confidence
I can’t make out the consonants
Camouflage cape, I need your abode

Forget anomalies
You're doomed
A ticking time-bomb
And I can't tell you
What you did
We already know
You hate yourself
So tender, so thin-skinned
If you're open to attack
They're gonna seize fast
You're too much to handle
I can't ever get a grip
If we traded a brain
I wouldn't be here
But tables never turn
So let me remind you
It's no world for the weak
No room for vulnerabilities
We'll always have the poison
As long as we can watch
From afar
Can't be susceptible
From afar
Oh, how you've digressed
Into a god-awful mess
I'm on the edge
But you've gone over
So let's skip goodbye
End this someday
I know that sound
Fly on the wall
He'll always stick around

Looks like we're headed for mean season
I gave you rhyme when you needed reason
And it's a shame our ways have shifted
Passive clown, unknown grifter

Burning bridges ain't as fun as it looks
Head of bricks and a heart that cooks
Spin the top, board the pirate ship
Lobotomy's botched and so are my lips

He said, "You're riding for a terrible fall"
But stone cold statues always stand tall
How many roads till you find the right path
Everybody dies, do the math

Looks like we're headed for strange reasons
To a place that never has seasons
And it's a shame our heads have shifted
Mature clown, widowed mistress

Genuflect
Is what they expect
But I rather kneel down
To my muse up above
And the pancake
Is supposed to cure
But lately I’ve found
It’s only a thorn
I don’t belong here
In these holy places
Baptized myself a million times
Haven’t been granted no graces
All I have left to do
Is to wait on the angels
With their bagpipes
And feathers
And figure out whether
I’m worthy
Whether I’m worthy

Dinosaur angels roamed the green sky
Never looking to the blue earth above
They were put in their place
Never made a mistake
But were exterminated just the same

I know how it feels to be rare and unwanted
Everything you touch gets cuts up
You’re the humble, grotesque beast
And the world is your china shop

The human race sticks together
Hard to feel sympathy for anything else-
Even for something it created
A ******* chased by neighborhood watch

The ghost in the lens is squirming
A live insect trapped in amber
A dinosaur in a museum
An angel in a cloud

Curtsey, Clean, Cook Nice.

Betty Crocker, Ball and Chain

Girlfriend is better.

What was saved
Could not have been
The original race
And still we slave
For a face
For a glaze
Everyone knows it
No one does nothing about it
So how dare you
Act upon what we all want
How dare you
Crash our dreams
Everyone knows
They’re not for living
They’re for dying for
Seven thirty-six
Whose got your cheap tricks
A clock, a flask, or
The one that licks
Up your sweat
Up your tears
They go up, up
Along with your fears
What goes below
That’s what I wanna know
What goes below

May just be prattling
But I’m still making a sound
Like the tree in the forest
That no one hears falling
I got the intensity
But you’re measuring pitch
These words speak volumes
Keep up with my speed
Embrace the melody
Of wounded lips
May just be a façade
Never wanted to be language
The talk of angels
Or something else heavenly
Could be Pentecost
Could be a tongue roaming free

I allow you to feel better
To feel progress
You can’t disturb me
I’m mangled
But I’m whole
I’m crippled
I’m a fool
I’m neither boy nor girl
I’m a monster
I’m a book no one wants to check out
Shelved, dusty, never overdue-
A story no one wants to read
Meat and metal
Bone and gristle
Firm monkey mind
I sneeze, blow my life into a flower
And drift away like a balloon

Red, gold and green
Wears the Rastaman in woe
Waiting for the traffic light
To turn green and say “Go”

Moon-filled night
Empty palace
Goddess on the table

A Greek river
New world order
A cherub and a skull

Bird and serpent
Triple suns
Fruit from crucifixion

A mirror, a top hat,
A bird, a ribbon,
An apple, a candle

Moon-filled night
Empty palace
Goddess on the table

**** the good stuff
Let's talk about the bad stuff
In the end it's all fury and cotton…
There's a spider-web in my palm
The center is a smiley-face
With X'es for eyes
And I feel my tongue
Becoming numb and salty
Maybe potassium
And who are you
With your glasses
And your street smarts
I'm quite ok with being
Unimpressive an ignorant
To your standards
A mafia with some ****** mixed in
That's how you're perceived by me
No code, no guts, no loyalty
And you talk, and I listen
I even engage you, polite as I am
I don't bet, but I'd gamble
You have a barcode on your soul
And if I could explain, I bet you'd listen
A set of letters on your payroll
And your set of ways
Is equivalent to
Mistreatment of an animal
But your tactics and lack of tact
Suggest treatment of an alien
An I bet on the movies
You're not sheep, just orphans
Begging for a leader
A rite of passage
And here goes my empathy
Imaginary places and genes
And I don't bet, but I'd gamble
You have a barcode on your soul
And hell yes, I'm in it right now
**** the good stuff
Let's talk about the bad stuff
In the end it's all fury and cotton

They say I’m graduating to a life beyond this one
But will I start over, or repeat the third grade again
Cause we all suffer without friends, freedom or fun
And there must be something we carry over when it’s done
And my baggage can’t fit on anyone else’s shoulders
The sins we know of and the ones we forget, don’t die as we get older
The hierarchy of needs is a battle of survival for some
But will my next challenge or obstacle drop me to level one?
Will I find myself in Africa- fighting off flies and government lies?
Or will I be born in America, with the same family and troubles inside?
So the real question is, what does graduating mean?
Does it push evolvement to the highest degree?
Does it downgrade you, and send you back into the sea?
Does it upgrade you on the universal tree?
Is it all a secret process, where few have the keys?
I think next time I’ll major in theology

There goes another one
To the safe and special place
After drinking a cup
Of water
Don't say it's fate
Or it was their time
Cause the highs are always lows
The lows are always high
And we always peak the bell curve
Before we deep descend
Scurrying like little toy cars
Around the bend
Till it's just another morning
On a placid plateau
That's when death
Comes to say hello
So it can't be destiny
When we were getting better
We were getting better
They called it
An accident
But I know better

It was all a big diversion
And she, another version of a ******
And money is a woman that blooms right on time
She'll leave you scraping for dead leaves among the pines
I want to be released
Set fire to me
Cut me down
Set me free
I'm a fallen angel reaching for the moon
Attached to a cosmic grid of nothing
Saturating sweat of dead men
A symbol of your discontent
Greedy golden heart omen
I want to be released
Set fire to me
Cut me down
Set me free
And the music keeps coming
And the people keep running
Carving their names and creeds
Into my fingerprints
Master, you didn't keep your promise
Master, you didn't keep your promise

You dangled the carrot in front of me
Said you wanted to multiply
I knew of all your schemes and pipe dreams
But I happily obliged
Now you're gone
And I'm left with a bad taste in my mouth
Cause the milk has long expired
So much for all those times I went south
Not trying to be bitter
You had to move on to greener pastures
But you know as well as I
You couldn't get away faster
Can you blame someone
For giving up on a freak
Can you blame someone
For wreaking havoc on your heart
We're so far apart now
You're keeping up your disguise
And the only time I ever saw depth in your eyes
Is when you never said goodbye

There and here and back again
They say this too shall pass
But April showers bring May rain
Subtler fainter shades of pain
I know that you prefer a lie
Prefer to think its peachy keen
But I see through rose-specs that
Illuminate a shade of green-
An ugly insurrection
That mirrors your reflection
And I feel the need to flee
Like a far-gone beaten wife
But escape is never final till
You **** what keeps you up at night
And what I'm up against
Demands a massacre
And what I need the most is sleep
But no matter how appealing
And no matter how befitting
Requiting you won't make ends meet
Your face has disappeared
Into the blackened void
Just another two-timer
Who's tongue I can't avoid
You've no idea the damage you've done
And it's clear to the whole world who's won
But divided are the ones who judge
Split right down the middle-
With support from a grudge
I could care less about what I've lost
And who you've gained
And frankly I prefer
The dark and the rain
I've always been a different level
Of insane
But I rather burn in hell
Then breathe in this underhanded,
Wretched spell
Made up of all my flaws
And warning bells
And hisses from your cold death knell
That rings of all the ones who fell
And all the souls you chose to sell
And all those tainted wish-you-wells
You thought that I could never tell-
But doers rarely dream
And breakers rarely bend
You're exactly as you seem
To he, she and them
But I see through a glass, lightly
Every single night

As the coin danced midair, I called tails
Probably cause I’m going off the rails
Stuck in the underbelly of unyielding solitude
Wanting just a moment crystal clear and ****
Lost and spinning, that’s what comes of age
Communicating through fireworks and sage
Mind and spirit united in darkness
Psyche lit a light and that was the end

Sipping on a glass of heartbreak grape
With my records on
Everyone else is out chewing hate
I’m alone having fun

And the melody rips me out of my skin
Tears apart my senses from within
Makes me feel alive and so I grin
And spontaneously start to spin

There’s a ***** in my armor
That can only be healed by sound
Just a boat in the harbor
Sailing nowhere round and round

Poetic and political
Gets me every time
If I only had a dime for every moment
I witnessed that all-seeing eye

I’ll trade these jokes in a bowl
For a piece of your soul
There’s a knife in the sun
So I hope to God you’ll never be done

Sipping on a glass of heartbreak grape
With my records on
Everyone else is out chewing hate
I’m alone having fun

I was thinking
But are these thoughts mine
She used to be my valentine
Somehow my independence has been revived
O negative
Would you live how I lived
Grueling off the grid
I’m bleeding through a sieve
I might need some rest
Something could go wrong
But for now, I’m in paradise
With your good heart beating in my chest