Melancholy lullabies.
New expression in your eyes.
Sad and lonely,
Soft and lovely-
Somehow at the same time.

Comforting as acid rain,
You can see me feel your pain.
Hush now love, put those away.
Find your strength it's here to stay.

Melancholy lullabies.
Now you cut off all your ties.
Skipping meals like they were stones.
Hearing madness in your tone.

Finding hope in new-found ways.
Smiling while you feel the pain.
Words so soft you cannot hear.
Chin up darling, I am here.

I think everyone has a little bit of schizophrenia.
Maybe it’s just the demons trying to whisper you out of your secrets.
There’s always a reason for the voices.
There’s always reason for the reasons.
The voices talk when my eyes go blood shot. Reality left as soon as I did.
I left when my compassion did.
I keep leaving, its called rebellion.
Can you see it?
I scream it.
I wear it.
I sing it to myself as a prayer.

My rotten prayer.

Join me?
Raise Hell with me?
Lets find my lost compassion while we’re creating yours.
I think we could find the answer to everything if we don’t question anything.

I’ll find the answers, I promise.

I know for a fact that it's getting bad again.
Its getting bad again.
Its bad again.
I want to get high again.
Just let me get high again.
God ****** it won't happen again.
Its happening again.

Forgotten crosses in the clearance section-
religion has become cheap.

When it hurts so much you expect blood to be drawn.
When it hurts so much you look for the bullet wound.

Maybe that's why people get confused and daw their own blood or when they get their own bullet and place it in their head.

It makes sense when your confused.
Why is it that people look for sense to be made when they're confused?

Maybe sense isn't to be made, its to be destroyed.
That's all, only destroyed.

Don't go chasing the shadows my dear, they'll chase you right back.
They will chase you till you run out of your right mind.
They will chase you until you're insane.

But why run from yourself?
They're chained to your feet, you drag them wherever you go.

Pounds and pounds of absolutely nothing are holding you back.
Nothing can be the thing that kills you.
You're living for the price of two.

Only one thing can stop them from scratching at your ankles and that's the dark.
It doesn't stop them from whispering in your ear.

I dare you not to listen.

Even though you were sleeping they were whispering and I was listening.  

Sometimes the don't talk they only breathe, only to let you know that they are there.

So darling don't go chasing the shadows because they will come for you and you can't move you can't run.