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DysphemismsRippin' out my eyeballs to view my surroundingsI am a fan of linesAnd I don't remember. "Where was I? Who found me?"I called out, void of sightMore confused and lost than I was in the first placeCan't begin to find outHow I manage to hear the skeleton's heart raceWhen it lies in the groundTearing out my vocal chords, so maybe you'll hear meListen through a paper cupTo all these meaningless words that you wrote to readRight through the strings they cutLike lies hanging on the edge by their fingertipsThey soon began to fallSlowly to the ground, shattering with each hitVanishing one and all
The Loneliest MonsterHow can you be so alone?You are always sitting by the phonePacing up and down the hallWaiting for someone to callGlancing up at the doorTapping your foot on the floorWishing someone out there would knock'Cause you just wanna talkOh hey hey hey don't cryCause one day you'll findSomeone out there who caresSomeone who isn't scaredOh hey hey hey it's alrightWishing you had some companyWatching reruns on the tvAnd all that you can do is sighTrying so hard not to cryAnd all that you can think aboutWhen all you hear are laughs and shoutsIs jumping down to your deathAnd taking in your last breathOh hey hey hey don't cryCause one day you'll findSomeone out there who caresSomeone who isn't scaredOh hey hey hey it's alright
Roy G. Biv is Dead!She stares at you with her blank grey eyesLike the colors of a monochrome rainbowReach out and touch the kaleidoscope skyShe paints the mountains with a white-wash glowYour breath is heavyBut you can't hear your heartShe tries to find youBut the room is too darkYou run and you runAnd you run and you runknowing if she ever caught youshe would tear you apartRoy G. Biv is deadAll the color is bleeding out of his headShe is watching you, out the corner of her eyeShe's a vulture, circling above, in the skyYou can't play dead, and you can't pretendThere's a rainbow in the sky with no gold at the end.Your breath is heavyBut you can't hear your heartShe tries to find youBut the room is too darkYou run and you runAnd you run and you runknowing if she ever caught youshe would tear you apartRoy G. Biv is deadAll the color is bleeding out of his head
It's Only Fake if You Don't BelieveThe night air creeps up my spineWith stone in hand, I aim towards the purple skyReleasing, the glass moon shattersBlanketing the earth like winter nightsThe echoing whispers haunt my mindI stare into your transparent eyesDreams turn to nightmares, and truth to liesI have yet to wake from this long-existed nightConcrete flowers are growing like weedsThrough the cracks in the exposed brick wallsI rub my eyes to signal reality, but what is real anymore?The closest thing to what you really are, is your shadow on the sidewalk