Through the walls, in the streets.
Contrasting forces in anger will meet.
Differing ideals will turn into action,
Only one will remain as a faction.

The loss of a love,
now but a distant memory
still lingering in my mind;
It hurts, but I’m not sad.
A thousand deaths,
whether it be from this world,
My past or my present;
It hurts, but I’m not sad.
The pain upon my brain,
In my heart and in my soul;
It hurts, but I’m not sad.
Yet I still throw myself
at this life, at this world
and the broken thing always
comes back with a smile on it;
It hurts, but I’m not sad.

it was never supposed to happen this way
my mother always said
to make losing my virginity special
maybe this is good enough
i was trying to make you stay
and  just kept saying it,
kept saying "i love you"
and the silence, the car engine,
and your choice of music
really spoke to me.
(but mostly just the silence)
maybe we just weren't meant to be;
but i'm mad about it so i'll
set fire to myself
and tell you to look at what you've created

Her throat is growing flowers
But she's got cobwebs in her mouth
She has so much to say
But she just can't get it out

Lying makes a placeholder for the inevitable truth. The lie will become the truth, as a rectangle can be squeezed back into a square.