I knew a young man, he lived up in a tree

and when I walked by he threw dreams down on me

Some days he would join me and sit by the tide

Swore to the world he'd never leave my side

Time would walk through us and we'd sing in rhyme

The youthful sounds allowed us to walk right through time

All seemed to be ours, the lands and the skies

but then one day I looked right into his eyes.




Suddenly grass flew from the back of his head

and he pulled out his hair and hysterically said

"Leave me alone, all that you do is wrong"

He stopped talking and then his bones broke into song

The sound soon surrounded me, smashing my ears

while deleting the thoughts of our happiest years

From his brain sprouted nests of impeccable size

They exploded with armies of burning red flies.




He laughed at my weakness, I knew that I'd cry

As he drew even closer, I knew that I'd die

so I ran away swiftly and never looked back

I moved further and soon I saw nothing but black

That's when I saw that I was deep in the woods

among all the beasts, their faces hidden with hoods

Then I saw some young men who sat up in a tree

and when I walked by they threw dreams down on me.




...




So I lived with the locusts and sharp rubber bands

with their hair in their faces and their heads in their hands

There were women with rifles and men without shirts

They cut me a **** that to this day still hurts

Our house was a large aging mushroom of chrome

We knew it wasn't perfect, but it was our home

They grew tired of their land, they were always annoyed

and that's when I saw all of their sad lives destroyed




by my friend, whose fists flew in heavily from the skies

He grabbed me and held me with tears in his eyes

I pushed him away and said "Why are you here?"

and I watched as his eyes changed from sorrow to fear

Then he fell to the ground, spilling geysers of blood

staining miles of grasses with a big dark-red flood

I knelt next to him and held onto his hand

He looked at me, smiled, and he turned into sand




Years later I still scream "don't do this to me

i'm hanging in doorways, so why can't you see

that forever you've doomed me to revel in pain

there's a pin my foot and a stick in my brain

and the stick gives me thoughts of you every day

no matter how hard i try they won't go away

i have two requests, please answer my prayer

i want you to be here, i want you to care"