Pleasure in a world without pain will drive a man insane, just as darkness in a place with no light will still seem kind of bright

Its time to start preparing lines
The stage is ready for your moment to shine
All the action has lead to this
The starring role was yours to keep
So now its time to sow what you want to reap

Do you believe/ it could be / we are but dust from stars
And is it possible / that our molecules / are not truly far apart

Wonder with me / won't you please

Nobody really knows / exactly where they came from
But some know less / and some others can only guess

Will you please / wonder with me

Perhaps when existence began / all things were as one
But big bang happened / and we all got split up

Do you wonder / of our mystery

Maybe our molecules touched / before time was started
And now we've found each other / as close as before we parted

This could be the place where I lay my heart on the line, or shrug you off again and say I'm fine
You could be the heart where I can easily rest my head, or the hole where I can be buried along with your best intent

What a beautiful day to set the world to flame
I'll burn down this city before I die of shame
On a night as dark as the void behind my eyes
I'll build a fire to ignite the whole sky

Tear down the hospitals that couldn't fix the pain
Wreck the television stations for all the **** they play
**** all the scenes and smite the popular crowds
**** absolutely everybody that I'm going to let down

This drink in my hand is calling the shots
I forget who I am, but I know who I'm not
A man with a plan, a man in control
Slip a pill down my throat, turn into a ghost
Find faith in my hate, abandon my hope
You say that it's wrong but I already know

Why do you look to the sky?
There is no savior in the air, just comets coming to collect us all, and the hope in your eyes won't break their fall

Why do you look to the ground?
There is no shelter down there, just creatures coming to consume us all, and the prayers on your lips won't make them stall

At first I favored the other reptiles, with their damp, rigid bodies
They were easy to get along with, and I don't think they noticed I'd been imitating them
But I grew tired of lounging in swamps and settling for insects at every meal
I wanted to eat meat like the true mighty beasts

I was born with chameleon skin
I can change my colors at a whim
Red, blue, green, and every single shade in between
But my coat does not reflect my parts that go unseen

I wish I would die tonight and maybe tomorrow I could awake to a brand new life. Maybe I'd wake up with a couple of kids, a house, and a wife. Maybe I'd wake up and not have to pretend I don't hate who I am, not have to act like I have a plan, and not have to hold my own hands over my eyes as I cry every lonely night. Maybe I'd wake up to you by my side, but in bed I hide, wide eyed and awake tonight wishing just one thing could go right. Maybe I'll die tonight and not have to wake up to this life I lie, alone with nobody but I, and the thoughts of suicide, in this room devoid of light, where I lay down my every line in my attempt to express my plight. How tired I am of this fight to fall asleep and wake up in my favorite dream, the one everyone says could be if I'd just wake up and start to believe, be the things I mean to be, create the world I want to see, but I just can't leave, the sheets are calling me and I just might stay with them one last time, and leave this fantasy behind, forget about the life that my exhausted mind won't let me find, give up the expectations that I can break this bind, let my teeth begin to grind, and find my peace under a blanket of dirt outside

She hates the way I say I'll do something and then prove myself wrong by doing nothing at all

She doesn't like how I can be so inconsistent in my approach to everything but it's my fault

She can't stand it when I sit back and let myself get tossed around by my need to answer paranoias call

Is there anything left of me that you have not already hurt, a single stretch of skin where your name has not been burned?

Stirring in stale smoke, I open my eyes to see her drive away. Its such a worn out joke, but its the only laugh I've had all day

Johnny used to love us all, with passion for the simple things. Now he watches television and drinks beer to forget the troubles that life brings. Johnny used to have a mind, be in control, and at peace. Now he's got an aching back from holding up the world which has given him no relief.

There's a fading heart sitting alone in a car, wishing those wheels would take him far away, but he never gets farther than the corner bar. Drunk and ****** he drives home again but crashes on the way

Every night when you lay your head down to rest, do you think about the life you've lived, do you have regrets? Is your mind exhausted by all the lies that your tirelessly tell yourself, like that one about how you don't believe you'll die without knowing your love was felt? Do you dream about the girl you loved that you let get away, the one who wanted nothing but you yet still you wouldn't let her stay?  And when you wake up do you find you aren't in the place you were before, but you tossed and turned yourself into a familiar spot on the floor?

I've been wasting a whole lot of time lately, as I've been pacing the rate of my heart's escaping. I've been counting the hours as they grow, slowly chasing the minutes to where I don't know

I won't walk anywhere with you, because I'm crawling to the end. You can get down with me if it pleases you, or you could go right on ahead

Girl you make my skin crawl, like a bunch of worms squirming through dirt, you get underneath and eat where I hurt. Burrowing yourself deep inside, you turn yourself into butterflies, free in my stomach with no place to hide. Then up into my brain you will fly, lay your eggs behind my eyes, go out my mouth and let yourself die, knowing my future is with you in my mind

This room is too loud
I'm not trying to meet all these people right now
I'd rather be outside sitting cold on the ground
Just go away, strange angers my brain range

I can barely breathe when they surround me

I'm imagining infinite instances, inspiring insatiable insanities, inside implausibly intrinsic ideas, increasingly infiltriating inner ideals

What are you doing?
Have you not a clue at all?
Being on high all the time is a short fuse away from wasted life, and its a round about way to pretend you are right.
You stay up all night because you can't sleep, and its eating at your conscience every hour of the week like you're the all night dinner from down the street

I wish I could join you there in a dream, though I'm sure you don't know what I mean, but here I lie with wide restless eyes, trying to keep it all inside, and I'm sweating slightly with a little shake.

You make me feel so awake

I used to think I was a writer, but now I know I've become a fighter. My words are my weapons, with enough ammo for everyone who eats them to come back for seconds. My wit is cool, my tongue sharp as a blade, I fire from the hip, taking down anyone in my way

The mind of a writer is like the body of a prize fighter. It always ends up getting beat around, and every once in a while it gets knocked down, yet every time it finds its way back to its feet, because nothing but death can make it accept defeat

Its all fun and games til someone falls in love,
Its all fun and games til someone asks for more,
And suddenly the fun will stop.
You'll drift apart, the love will rot.
It'll fester in your chest, and when you've had enough you'll beg for death,
Because all the love that you have to give won't be enough to save you from this

A thousand times I'd said I'd try
A thousand times I simply lied

This sin refuses to part from my skin
I wear it well
It wears me thin

I'm gonna make you want me whether you want to or not
If you think I've given up then it's clear that you forgot
I'm incessantly persistent and so utterly insistent upon having everything I want
And once I finally have you I'll kick you back out right on the spot

I hope that he's all you need
Let him make your dreams come true
But don't let him know what makes you bleed
He might just turn and abandon you

Go ****** your eyes over a photograph, it won't be enough to bring her back
Push your fingers through her heart, it won't be enough to make it restart
Tear your teeth into her cold hand, it wont be enough to make her feed you again

I guess I'm just seeing things that aren't there, hearing little whispers that echo through the night, they tell me that something isn't right
I think its because I'm looking for it, chasing ghosts through the dark, without even the smallest light to guide my heart
Sometimes I feel your presence when I'm alone, other times it feels as if you want me to leave, and its always the worst that I choose to believe

Like an old record, I've played your voice in my head a million times over, so much so that the vinyl is starting to degrade and the sweet sound that I used to hear is distorted and pretty soon it will be worm out completely. And like an old photograph that I can't stop picking up, the edges of your face are wrinkled and torn, and someday you'll be so faded that I can't make you out at all. Your smell has already been forgotten, like trying to remember the smell of a house that you haven't lived in for over a decade. The familiar smell of the wood floors and dinner on the stove are impossible to recall, replaced by the new carpet and the take out left on the counter to rot and stink up this new home of yours.

I hate trains
Not as much as planes
But it beats walking in the rain
Don't sit there
That seats reserved
I'm saving it for my new best friend
Once she hops on I'll be at the end
To the end of the line
Til the end of time
I said that you would be mine
But this train is running late
So I must account for this change of fate
You missed your chance
The doors have closed
We left you on the platform in your lonely trance
But of course it must be my fault
You couldn't read the schedule I transposed
Just a minute too late
You were busy filling your plate
I was busy filling your place
This train I'm on only goes one way
Its moving forward
Its taking me away

Today's been a good day, I've made it two hours without thoughts of suicide getting in my way, but oh no, here we go, again with the same old cold ideas, my mind is no longer clear, consumed and absorbed by fear, don't you dare ask me why I'm here, If I had the answer you wouldn't want to hear. It's a sad sob story produced by the things I choose to do that pull me away from all the reasons I try so hard to deny, because to be honest I don't want to die, I just don't to have to try to live a life plagued by dreams of wingless flight and silent nights

So I guess that I'm at it again, trying to transcribe my thoughts through a pen, because to push these words out the tiny hole that is my mouth is a task that will only drive my sanity south.

Is it still safe to call you best friend, or is that no longer your name?

I said it once, and I'll say it again
Don't come back to me if you need a friend
I screamed it before, and I'll shout it once more
Once you are gone I'm locking the door

Boredom may drive you to some scary places
Where ignorance hides behind all of our faces
What we ignore is everything we fear
Don't ask me why, I don't know how I got here

I wish I could meet you
But I'm too afraid
If I could see you
You'd still go away
I should have called you
But I couldn't try
If I could hear you
You'd still say goodbye
I wish I could hold you
But my heart says no
If I got to have you
You'd still choose to go

All day, every day
He tries so hard to hide away
But no matter how deep the hole, he can't escape from his own soul

He wants separation

This is not justification

He's living degeneration

Now this is desperation

I am not a flammable substance, though I can be reactive under the right conditions
If you add yourself to my solution, my chemistry will violently reject you and send my own existence into remission

I'm so scared of losing what we have

I don't want to have to forget because the pain of remembering is too intense. I don't want to wait through the empty years until I can finally look back on our time fondly and know I've moved on. I don't want to have the violent and guilt ridden nightmares reminding me of what I've broken. I don't want to feel the engulfing embrace of loneliness or the fantastic freedom of self destruction. I don't want to avoid certain songs that I love to prevent the ugly feelings of shame and regret that carry over every note of the tunes I used to consume with you. I don't want to be forgotten by you
I want you with me, always

I could conquer countless countries
And neatly annihilate entire nations
All from the comfort of your palm

I would waste working worlds
And completely dispose every creature
All for the praise you might give

I don't feel like floating away today
But my feet refuse to to touch the ground
I need direction, a guide to hold my course
I want a weight to wrap my arms around
Anything at all to hold me down

If you really loved me then
You'd still love me now
You'd do anything to make it work
It wouldn't matter how
You'd give all that you have
Because I'd do the same
But since you cannot
I know who's to blame

Depression, depression
My soul obsession
Depression, depression
My sole posession
Hold onto me until the end
Let go of you just to pretend
I could never
I won't let her
Go

I've been trying to fix this broken heart
Its been a while since I could get it to start
The chemicals and fluids that I injest
Feeble attempts at joy at best
Not to say that I really tried
A hundred times I'd said I would
A hundred times I simply lied
Lied to myself in hopes I'd fall for it
But I can't believe I should even be in this pit
I'm just waiting in the bottom of the well
For the rain to fall into the hole in which I fell
Fill it up right to the top
I'll float on up and never stop

When these arms have nobody to hold, part of me wants to stop growing old

I'm just trying to keep it all in my head
If I let it out, I think I'll wind up dead
But lately I've been bursting from the seams with fear
And I've been wondering just why it is I'm still here