Its just a thought
But where did it come from
Your mind gets caught
on what you have become

Being attacked En masse by zubat
Oh excuse me I meant Woobat
Send out my Rapidash
Its a pity it knows flash
I leave a trail of Pokes behind
This is what happens when you grind
Saving up for an expert belt with a buckle
So i can give it to my shuckle
I run into a snorlax
Its ok i relax
I have 99 ultra *****
And one good Stalls
Catch him in no time
Ran into a female Mister Mime
Freaked out i back up into little caterpie
But I already have a butterfree
Spray some repel
Avoid the weepingbell
Make it back to pallet town
Gary and i ready to throw down

Do you smell that?
The hint of death in the air
The passing of a black cat
The monster emerging from his lair
The sound of his claws scraping the ground
His Hearts pumping electric  blue blood
He hears the most finite sound
A body makes a thud
The beggars blood pours out onto the street
He retracts his fangs
And listens to his hearts beat
Over the monotonous beating he hears a pang
He leaps into action
Charging full speed
There is no reaction
only the assurance that something will bleed
The monster is filled with hot lead
The guard shakily holds the smoking gun
The monster is dead instead
Now that guard only goes out in the sun

I hear my train rumbling down the tracks
Get away from this lonesome town
Time to shape up and face the facts
Theres nothing here, my woman left me down
She split. She left with the wind
Left me alone in an empty house
left me ******* and pinned
Only left a little blue blouse
Let my heart bleed out
Right here on the station
I have no doubt
And all the information
Riding my train to salvation
To see the rest of the nation

Revolution  is knocking at the garden gate
With pitchforks and spoons to guard against fate
The people drench me with milk and holy water
And stare at me as if I slept with their daughter
I stand in white suit and a red tie
I look like a half decent guy
My hairs slicked back and my tongue coated in honey
And I smell like old bars and good money
With a tattered old suitcase in hand
I try to get you to understand
You don't have to sell your soul
That isn't my goal
Just buy some new high quality oven mits
and don't throw a fit

It all felt so cold
All lifeless and desolate
The words erupted from the mouth
and fell dead on the floor
Blood flowed forth from them
blood black and colorless
Your face look liked stone
Emotionless cold and composed
as i collapsed onto the floor
In a fit of rage and confusion
I looked up you were gone.
Just like that.

I lie here in the dark
Your inches away from my face
Its 1AM  in this park
and were staring into space
In the darkness there is calm
You can hear the hum of the earth
The trace of your fingertips on my palm
Its an endless cycle of death and rebirth
We breathe in the silence of the night
The crisp air rejuvenates our hearts
We stare at the flickering street light