It's a little late for the contingency plan. Running down the corridors, I should have planned for this before. Now that everyone's passed on the situation
please be aware in dead forest take your hood dyed in red trees are weird in dead forest wolves may be around (pling plong pling pling plong!) trees
fake real come on take your place and come out you've built a wall fake real somethings around me keep me close you're way too far fake real come on
Always something sneaking up behind me. Always someone installing doubt within me. Never answers speaking gently to me. Always questions yelling loudly
Stick your finger in the electric socket and something good will come of it. It's in the electric socket where we find ourselves. In this short-lived
Two hands in pockets full with boastful shelter. And paying rent two fold for presentation and billboards. I say rent because you pay but you don't own
There's a city, on the top of the mountains, I used to go there as a child. And there's a forgotten forest there, full of those drunken trees. They look
I see the animals run past me You know me better than the wind Let me open the door for you You might see the sun Your little mama and your papa They'
I've located a tangible hell on earth. And it's by no means a point to put a pin through. But a distance which could be called something else if you were
a looking glass remains buried beyond the five fingers of a hand which acts as the self confidence dictates. in adolescence adolescents must paint themselves
Another buisness trip Another reason to stay away You're coming home on monday, smelling Tangerine They say that I should leave you Yeah, go and find
're pushing will start to work. And you push it like narcotics. But a pusher wouldn't call his product that. Pushed right beneath our noses and more than the first
the seats fold down but they require sitting to stay down. the lights go down but only long enough to suck us down. we're watching the gelatin slide by
frictional days with the fluid drained out. a viscous exhaustion diffused through cartilage. it's been a decade since a fluency of movement. and ten out
fingers offer fingertips for the clawing out from beneath this pile of battered bodies and broken lips. no that's not the cue to die. playing dead is
this is your tangible achievement. this is your well-deserved payroll. this is my digital brother inches in front of me and miles above me. words turning
logic should tell you there's something wrong. you tried to sever your lead gut feeling from the mob mentality. and you tried to sever your own self doubt
There's something about you That I'm never going to find out I want to live that life again I want to live that life again The way that you say things
