.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
.i dug up thepast again, thosememories viciousand snarlingi set them looseinside the houseand now we haveto leave
.is it worse tohear a truth,or give oneto tell a lie,or live one
.he stood on the shore,and told the sea he loved her;the jealous wind tore hisvoice in two
.love grewand died repeatedly;she tore it out atthe root
.pour love allover, then strikea match;the fire willburn itself out,but the ruinswill smoulder
.some thoughts get so loud thatyou cry out for them to leave;they scatter like birds startledout of their trees, before landingagain where they wereand after a while,you just have tolet them sing
.the sea spitsme back ontothe shore -the waves saythis is not theright tide, theright time
.i shudderwhen you speak;your words arecold when theytouch me
.i wanted to bathein fire; for the amber tonguesto lick me clean, pure
.you are a walkingcoffin; there are sentencesburied alive inside you, all thethings you could not sayand they will fester therelike maggots, eat you fromthe inside out
.did you ever stopto think, that maybe the starsare gazing at you
.you say youlie because youcare, and ibelieve you;i know you'duse the truthif you reallywanted tohurt me
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
.i scrub loveoff your knuckles
.everything i hold deari hold too tightly;i am so sorry you weremarked when i had tolet you go
.i offered salt to thesea, heat to the sun, andlove to the moon; theytold me, this isn't enoughi offered my soul tothe devil; he said yes,this will be just fine
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
lostto tell you the truth,i can't stop missing myself.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
things that go bump in the nightabsence makes the heart a monster.
Training?Training Is For Dogs,Human Needs Teaching.
CYBORGIACYBORGIAHe was no easy boyShe was no human fleshHe used to dream so hardIt was no easy lifeBut then he turned aroundAnd saw her perfect faceHe didn't wonder howHe didn't think behindBut then he traced the pastIt made him think for nightsHe wouldn't speak too muchBut that was not so weirdHe always was aloneNobody ever askedHe tried to kill his dreamIn Love with Cyborgia!He grew enough to killBelieve it couldn't beBut they would met againHis dream had never diedHe reached to say a wordShe turned her back againShe was no human fleshBut had a girly soulShe needed to be lovedBut never wanted himShe couldn't find oneAnd he was watching stillShe started walk aroundA secret no one foundAs he would never speakIn Love with Cyborgia!But then a night came throughFar from a distant truthShe had to find a placeAnd make a great escapeAnd now he was aloneWith not a little eyeAwaiting in the darkHe's fading into sadIn Love with Cyborgia!And now time has passed
The Dead SeaThe Dead SeaI offered water to her,but she was a seaI offered love to her,but she was deadI offered words to herand she hated me.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
It Wasn't MeI felt such a shamethat I found you lovelywhen you were crying.I know you can't forgive me,but please at least rememberthat It Wasn't Mewho made you cry.
.you brokea heart,convincedthat there wassomething goodinside