So now you're gonna change everything?
How expected and unoriginal of you.
Now that everything is crumbling and not falling for your words you found the glue asked for not long ago.

You're scared.
Your existence no longer means what you thought it did.
Your body doesn't even accept what comes between your teeth as truth.
So hurry up now boy.
Start sweeping and gluing.
Get to work.

Nothing makes those around happier than to see that rabid mask melting onto your face.
This isn't a party, this isn't a holiday.
Your costume will not come off.
I know I can help you.
I'm inside you I am you.
I laugh as your idiotic mind wanders.
And it wanders.

You're scared.
Your existence no longer means what you thought it did.
Your body doesn't even accept what comes out between your teeth as truth.
So hurry up now boy.
Start sweeping and gluing.
Get to work.

You're scared well sniff the glue you fuck.
You're too late.
Nothing will change.
This will be a bad dream come true.

Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head.
I want this winged metal to go down.
Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing that eventually its weight will bring it down.

A small hint of me wants to save the young on board but I know what will happen.
The jaded will come tease them with years of no worries only to break it at the neck without warning.

Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head.
I want this winged metal to go down.
Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing that eventually its weight will bring it down.

Butterflies nest in my body.
As I wait for it to happen I know how my story will end.
I've just never had the ground rush at me that fast.
I may regret my decision.

I've had the same dream over and over.
To be forever immortalized body and facial.
Like those who lived in Pompeii.

Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head.
I want this winged metal to go down.
Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing that eventually its weight will bring it down.

Living with a lack of light.
Things slip.
Things I know very much to be real.
In here I feel at rest.
The inside of my eyelids tell me so.
They are movie screens.

I find comfort in that I've been told I can't remain here.
To stay here would be a dream, but that's not what I want to be remembered as.
Someone who fell in.

We look for the best route.
The shortest most accurate.
I tend to enjoy the long ones.

I find comfort in that I've been told not to remain here.
I shouldn't stay.
It's not what mother wants for her cub.

I like it here.
Where I am I can make up anything.

I'm done with these movie screens in my head.
They've preoccupied me for long enough.

Come now stupid man you've been down there long enough.
Let's go do something with the day, you have hours and hours till night comes.

Nothing can hurt you in broad daylight.
In here I can feel at rest.
The inside of my eyelids tell me so.
They are movie screens.

I find comfort in that I've been told I can't remain here.
To stay here would be a dream.
But that's not what I want to be remembered as.
Someone who fell in.

I'm done with these movie screens in my head.
They've preoccupied me long enough.
Come now stupid man you've been down there long enough.
Let's go do something with the day.

Look in your hair young love.
I have left you a present you will not find unless you look.
I have left a part of me there.
Don't be surprised when I end up never leaving again.
Because of so many pieces of myself I have hidden on you when we say goodbye.
One day we won't say goodbye.

I know by the trail.
But I know now.
I know by the trail.
That I'll leave behind.
That I've left behind.

You don't know this but I walk around a grotesque mess when you're far.
Missing limbs hidden in your home but I pay no mind, I don't ever feel complete unless I'm where you are.

I know by the trail.
But I know now I know by the trail.
That I'll leave behind.
That I've left behind.

I can't lie.
I miss seeing your feelings for me leak through your eyes.
I'm a gross wreck and need my body.
And I know just where those pieces sleep.

I know by the trail.
But I know now.
I know by the trail.
That I'll leave behind.
That I've left behind.

At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy.
I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant I passed.
As life walked by.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.

It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees.
It didn't like me fucking up the balance.
I'm undoing life's work.

Since I never once saw that gaze fade.
My bag became smaller, the unpleasant wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before.
I think I'm losing my friends.

I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.

I think I was a lovely boy.
It feels like a million years since I was him.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.

To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me.
To turn it all around.
I think I was a lovely boy.
Let's see if we cant make a lovely lovely man.

She's a ballerina.
She dances circles around me.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But I'm just never satisfied.
I live with a ballerina.
I live with a ballerina.

Those constant moves.
She never stops, she never stops.
It's making me nervous.
Taunting me on tippy toes.
When will my transformation come?
Those constant moves.
She never stops.

I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
But I'll just lay around.
I've become a joke, a disrespectful being that's been handed all he's ever wanted.
But can't find satisfaction.
What more could anyone ask for but a smiling blur, a perfect human being.
Those constant moves.
She never stops she never.

I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
But I'll just lay around.
I've become a joke, a disrespectful being.

She's a ballerina.
She dances circles around me.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But I'm just never satisfied.

Making her way through my body.
She's a ballerina.
Dancing around my head.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But nothing ever satisfies.
Making her way through my body making every organ touched more beautiful than the last.

I sometimes wonder about myself.
Couldn't I just be making this all up as I go along?
Though I feel alone at times, shouldn't I feel like I belong?
I imagine myself to be who I want to be.
Though I feel along at time shouldn't I feel like I belong?
I can hear those trumpets they are playing for me and only me.
They are there to remind me I'm alive.

I sometimes wonder about myself.
Couldn't I just be making this all up as I go along?
I was born out of nowhere.
As if I had been dropped from the sky.
My mother the clouds that cushioned me.
My sister the flowers I saw on my way down.
My brothers cradled me as I laid there alone.

I've lived my life without direction.
Holding on to a gift given long ago.
Because of this I'll pay for my mistakes the rest of my life.

Dragging my body along the black expanse.
I can smell the burning trail left behind.

I'm not a failure.
I'm not alone.
As this comes to a close I look back.
Hoping to see myself.
And it's not because of the blaze I've left.
It's possible I've burned everything in my path.
I turn back and say because of how you have lived your life you will not find your way again.
I look back.
Because of how you have lived your life, you will not find your way again.

Because of this I'll pay for my mistakes the rest of my life.
I'm not a failure.
I'm not alone.
I've lived my life without direction holding on to a gift given long ago.

Dragging my body along the black expanse.
I can smell the burning trail I have left behind.
I'm not a failure.
I'm not alone.

Go to sleep, go to sleep.
I'm hardly what I make myself out to be.
I know what happens when I'm alone.
Go to sleep.
The cowering and whimpering of a weak-willed son.
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child.

I'm tired of dying.
I'll be prepared when it comes.
I'm tired of dying.
This isn't fun anymore.

Go to sleep, go to sleep.
The constant confrontation that I protect.
Protect myself from every night.
Go to sleep.
No preparation avails me for what's to come.
I've died in every one of my dreams since I was a child.

I'm tired of dying.
I'll be prepared when it comes.
I'm tired of dying.
This isn't fun anymore.

Now will it be rainbows or knives.
This isn't funny anymore.

And in the morning the only way to feel accomplished is to be visited by every horrible thought in my mind.

I'm tired of dying.
This isn't fun anymore.
I'm tired of dying.
I'll be prepared when it comes.

Your last breath escaped while I held you in my arms.
Drops fall in the water.
Drop as you have from my days.
You promised you'd meet me.
In the sky when the time was right as a ghost you'll stay at my side.

Not able to take my life for fear of rejection into the light.
So young am I.

Knowing I'll walk till the wrinkles come.
Days don't go by where I don't spit wounded letters at time for taking its time.

Not able to take my life for fear of rejection into the light.
So young am I.

Your last breath escaped while I held you in my arms.
Counting and counting till our reunion.
Still you can't place your hands on my face.
Alone alone with spirits and time that takes its time.

Not able to take my life for fear of rejection into the light.
So young am I.

Swallow these pearls.
They surround the lives of the walking.
As they burst in your mouth.
Remember to breathe!
They surround the lives of the walking.
The ocean drowns the infant inside.

If you don't want to see the horses maimed by the waves, lift your arms signal the rocks.
Keep your arms up.
The vultures will soon be here to carry us home.
Yesterday is today.
Tomorrow will be our last.
What's left.

Swallow these pearls.
They surround the lives of the walking.
As they burst in your mouth.
Devoured by beak and wing.
We agreed we were not afraid to pass on.
Remember to breath!

Bubbles of voice whisper they whisper.
I'll be proud of you no matter what.
Damaging ears like fireworks.
Remember to hold your breath.
Lack of oxygen invites colors.
I'll be proud of you no matter what.

What's left?
Blue giant throats that cry your name till they are considered soul.

Playing and playing
Trying to satisfy the lives of undesirables
How much more will I beat my friend the dead horse?

Will this end and how will it affect
the player, who only knows how to play?

Something will be missing
Will I have found what I'm looking for?
This middled mess of half accomplishments

Playing and playing
Trying to satisfy the lives of undesirables
How much more will this take and how will it affect
the player, who only knows how to play?

Do you believe what I'm saying?
Do you believe the words I spray in your face?
Something will be missing
Will I have found what I'm looking for?
Will I have found why I've been here alone waiting?

Playing and playing
Trying to satisfy the lives of undesirables
How much more will I beat my friend the dead horse?

Will this end and how will it affect
the player, who only knows how to play?