Time TurnerEvery little thought running through my little headis a stream of consciousness dammed up.The words all go unsaid.As you pretend you don't like talking,I'll Mr. Mime what I can't say.Instead of moving forward, we'll rewind the pain away.Holding hands on a clockface,turning time counter-clockwise'til Sleepless in Seattle becomes one more peaceful nightwhere we both dream of genieswith big smiles that show our teethand I don't have to wake and watch you count electric sheep.Every little word whispered in my little earis another goddamn cliche,but it's what I want to hear.You just pretend it's not a problem.I'll click my heels and go back home;where Home was once a person, now she's only skin and bone.I'd hold my breath foreverif you said I looked good in blue.Even though it might prove fatal, it's something to hold on to."I know we're all just addicts",as I pour a second glass.This sand goes down like fire, still these seconds never pass.
The Looking GlassI put all my thoughts down in scribbled pen and inkso years from now and miles away they'll form a chain that linksall of my ideas into a tapestryof all the names and places that bled and ran from me.I've got books full of pages full of ink that never driesforming my collection of self-indulgent lies.I made myself a victim, I've got myself to blame.Lost again in dreaming, nothing's really changed.I welcomed in a monster and shared with them my bed."Above and below: equals", that was what we said.Blood left on the contract where she made her mark:a deal well-sealed with kisses and a knife-wound in the dark.Everywhere I go I bring my looking glassso now I can spot dangers before they cross my path.But I've made a habit of looking inwardlywhere only liars and demons are smiling back at me.I wave to my new friends and becon them "come near".I tell them all my secrets and they whisper in my earsof tea-time in the forest, of jabberwoks and Queens,of words loosed from loose
The AnniversaryPerhaps this is a mystery best left unsolved.Please put Scoob and The Gang back behind your walls.I'll just take these boxes and rebuild my fort,then draw up the bridge 'cause I don't need support-- and definitely not from you.So lash out, then back down, then come up with fists.You're crazy. It's over. Look, we were just kids.So lash out, then back down, come swinging again.There's no way in Hell that we can stay friends.Maybe you should stop jumping, leave this princess unfound.I'm not as worthwhile as you make me sound.Just save all the memories that you keep so closeto the heart you put on paper between all your notes.I'm sorry I couldn't love you.So lash out, then back down, then come up in tears.I know I'm crazy, I'm all my worst fears.I'm stupid and ugly, a self-centered bitch.Don't wanna die lonely, but I know I'm shit.Leave me alone. No, I don't want to talk.You've hit this wall before, don't act so shocked.I'm not your lover. I'm not forever young.I'm a c
ShadowThe words I've always longed to hear,a thought still ringing in my ears:"she loves me."The stillborn dream of kids too young,but we're not fooling anyone;there's no such thing.Come, young Darkness, and take my hand;wreak your havoc, and salt these lands.I left you to become a man.I've grown some since then,now I understand.She smiles at me and she's my Queen.I know we'll outlast everything."Yes, I do."She needed me, I needed her;but was she real? I'm not so sure.It's nothing new.Run, young Princess, refuse my hand;burn my bridges, and take a stand.I thought you could be my woman,but you've grown so distant."Well, I understand."A falling dream, a dream for twoa life conjured in foolish youth;"Fine, 'The End.'"Thought I could fly, I felt so free.There's a monster, he lives in me.It doesn't mend.Come, young Darkness, and fill this hole;make promises, and take your toll.You said you would make me a man.Was it all untrue?I don't understand.Come home, Shadow
Utopia At SeaChart me a voyageTo an island in the sea.I'll be alone thereOn my island just for me.I'll write my thoughts down,figure out what I believe.So raise a flag for meand my utopia at sea.I'm dropping anchor.This is my new island home.I'll set my house upwhere the waves and thoughts can roam.I'll find my bearingsand learn to love myself alone.So raise a flag for meand my utopia at sea.I've got a lot on my mind;so many answers I must find.But I've got my paper,and I've got my pen,and I've got to find a way to redefine "sin".So raise a flag for meand my new cathedral by the sea.
OverlordMy new family, huddled and cold;dodging raindrops, taking torpedoes.And I know we won't all make it home.I know we won't all make it home again.I miss my mama and the father I had;rusted Chevy and the barnyard out back.And I know we won't all make it home.I know we won't all make it home again.I feel the pictures close to my breastsoaking blood from the two in my chest.And I know that I won't make it home.I know that I'll never see home again.I miss my Sammy and the gold in her hair;the way she'd laugh without any cares.And I know that I won't make it home.I know that I'll never see home again.What are You saying,is this all that I get:dead on the beachcold and covered in shit?No, I don't want to go to Your Home.I just want to go back home again.
Her Majesty II: FloatingI know I'm no captain,but I was learning fast.To end our adventure,you stab me in the back.You left me floatingout towards the dark;shipped off to be shipwreckedalone in my ark.Dear diary, dear journal,dear whoever's out there:I watched the needleafter you dropped the tanksout towards the darknesswith my dreams in their ranks.Dear diary, dear journal,dear whoever's out there:I'm lost in an oceanwith no islands or stars.With no air or fuel left,I'll diecold and starvedDear your Majesty,I thought we were quite a pair.You were my getaway.You were my only prayer.Now you're in piecesand I'll die out here.