We all create this imagery.
We all increase this lunacy.
Floating, melting
Open sores for exploration
Exploding worlds
Surrounding imaginations?
This will conclude our story
The first date of existence seems to be changing
We are their property, we are their slaves
We surround all bodies
Focus- Time stands still

Keeper of the stars, I hope to never find
We are just mortal souls left to die
We all create this imagery.
We all increase this lunacy.
-All Bodies
-Contortion

(The Discovery)
Ego, controlled killing
The tables have turned
Obviously a poor creature of existance
We die one by one
We overlooked our control
Fire swarming
Engulfing, transforming
Human restoration incomplete
The end.

(The Landing)
This beautiful scenario can't last forever
We must go see the conclusion
Starting a new species, classify nothing
Life grows with trees on high
Nature creates this mechanical lust
Nature form this fore fed trust
Cancellation
Motivation
Creativity
We will soon live in peace
We will soon die in peace
-All Bodies
-Contortion

The road is dry... I'm fucking delirious right now...
Life goes on... glorious evening of nodding and jump starts...
I need to make a personal dance party. The brain works very weird at this hour...
Not the best time for lyrics I suppose...
Keep writing... keep dreaming...
Keep writing... keep dreaming...
Keep writing... keep dreaming.

Nope, can't be awake and dream, drifting in and out, in and out...

Eye motions... in out... heat lightning,
Scares us both... the only two people awake at this fucking hour...
I won't remember this in the morning...
At least I wrote this all down... please pick the right song...
The one that keeps the eyes wide...
Creepy... creepy... creepy...
Yes, creepy...
The idea of control...
Controlling death with alertness...
When is the fucking sun coming up...
The idea of control...
Yes, creepy...
Controlling death with alertness...
Controlling death with alertness.

Then it all changes, same scenery but sun involved...
Shouldn't be much different...
Alaska, Alaska. Then it all changes, same scenery but sun involved...
Shouldn't be much different...
Alaska, Alaska... the brain works very weird at this hour...
The brain works very weird at this hour...
The brain works very weird at this hour.

Tick tock tick tock... the rain is pouring now...
Wide-awake... at least for now... nature can be the death of me...
A thing we'll never overcome... in out in out.

Croakies
Boatshoes
Collars up
Daddy's money increased my social status
"Dang, my loafer got smudged"
We are the suburban elite
"Hey where y'all wanna meet?"

I've got something to fucking prove man
I've really gotten something to prove
Dude...brah...lets go party tonight
Maybe start another goddamn fight
But its alright, my coach knows the sheriff

Don't stare

At my car
At my shirt
At my girl

(Slip into something more comfortable...proceed into space)

Innocent individuals
Concerned about nothing but happiness
Progress becomes easy due to this social situation
Unfortunate turn of events
Collapse this idea of childish thought

No judgement towards one another, no social status to compare
All as one
Exploit the idea of innocence
Goddamn television god
Corrupt me
Seperate us
Groups of difference seem to comfort what we once didn't think of
This show was in their head for years
Enjoy this life of wonder and imagination
For it will be torn down

You will be torn down
Time to hate, kill, fight, conquer
This is human life at its best
We'll televise this event
You can learn how to live, breathe
Then finally die

(The sweet relief is a must)
We can speak of obsession
We can love the endless

Instrumental

Crush us
Over and over again
The years have come to this
An improper art form
Faking our own thoughts and sounds
Robots crush
Death of human-music

Bright lights fill the sky
Track us through our fields of money
The old days seem shit and primitive
Abduction
Control
You write for me
Oh, master

Master of the machines
Take this shit and make it gold
Make my face sparkle with fame
Master of the machines
Fuck them hard and neglect their thoughts
They will never see us coming

No more human voice
No more human actions
Imperfect fucks stand in the dark

Crush us
Over and over again
The years have come to this
An improper art form
Faking our own thoughts and sounds
Robots crush
Death of human-music

Counteract the idea of control
Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful
Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony
This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again
But will we ever realize
A situation so far dead
Make this a war
Blood fills the sky
Drop the deadly dive-bomb
The end of this outside life

We will find art again

The early love seems to become jaded
I'm never expecting this
Glance towards the mirror,
Imagination towards the stars
The endless desire for my one and only true love
This will never change I predict
But I do get tired
If only they knew what push we have given
For this music
This happiness that keeps us all sane
Cold nights seem to force questions
Not wanting to accept these thoughts
I have worked and will keep working
To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life
Music
My only love
Once building drum boxes and pretending to be an artist
I guess I'm here but it feels weird
So weird
To know how weird all this can be
It seems to never work out like I planned
Like we planned

One day it will all come together
First place desire in the backwards marathon
Thats all we can ask for

It's raining...it's raining...it's raining...it's raining
When the sun comes up, it's still raining
Slowly we grow
Weeds turn into
Smiling trance
Never mentioned

The early love seems to become jaded
I'm never expecting this
Dance for the mirror
Imagination towards the stars
The endless desire for my one and only true love
Dreams won't let go
Thoughts will not change
Can't watch it fly away

Instrumental

Prescribe me: Corrupt me
Put your guns in my hands
In the hands of the young
Let's kill
Let's die
We're all equal tonight

Prescribe me:
I don't want to feel what is happening
I don't want to know what I see
Please don't let me cope alone
Joystick revolution move me
It's all a dream
Redneck lord you still soothe me
Behind your black tie revolution
This is just a party

Prescribe me:
Become the whore
Please drug the young
Follow the gods
For sex and greed bring the smiles
The rich, sexy smiles
The smiles that blow the minds of every goddamn male pig out there
We all just want to fuck
What is love, the idea of love
Corpse play

Tradition marriage:
We don't have to take this serious
Have you seen the cities
Have you seen the images

We have to be you

2005 welcome to perfection
Prescribe me, indulge me
You have won

(Begin)
The freethinking brain can finally travel
Take in the radio waves and stew up that imagination
I worry too much
Boredom gets to me
Pussy
Yes they call me this
The masters of the ocean churn down in my mind
Calling me only what I feel at times
I just want to be loved and liked by everyone
Shining down on my every move
Impossible thoughts
Stay on this cruise
Never go back
Relaxation calms these metal nerves
Need to just let go and become a giant
Forcing the improvement of our musical system
One can't do such
Especially with such lack of confidence
Maybe they will see it
Maybe they will frown upon this face
Time
I keep drifting away
I look forward to these days physically
But mentally they become very tiring
Why worry
Personal happiness should be all that matters
(I feel the most of the time)
Days like today
Mordecai flies down on this ship
and stares me in the eyes
(every time, can't change)
Maybe I should just be this bedroom performer
I keep hearing of
No pressure, no boundaries
Only personal pleasing
Coward
Yes I call myself this
Control
Control me
Sit back now
Piss it all away
Loser losing lost
(scene)

Instrumental