Lets Go

You never really saw anything wrong with the world, like the homeless people, durg addicts and the suicidal.
For you everything always seemed so friggin peachy, it's no wonder that you're falling so hard.
Always smiling when this world was set to fail, you never seemed to get the picture.
So here we are in a room of the dead, you're decorating with flowers, I'm cleaning up the mess.
You never seem to see the wrong, only the right, and how you can get better.
Because you never see the homeless people, drug addicts or the suicidal.
All those little red flowers are really blood drops, dripping from the shot right above my heart.
You just think I'm sleeping and how cute I do look, there was never anything wrong in this world.
You're always hoping for the good times, always ignoring the bad, never really knowing just what everything means.
You seem so simple yet I know it takes some nuts to just be able to turn off the news, the violence, and the bloody guts.
There is no such thing as war, no crime called murder, sure there are accidents but never more then a broken finger.
You were always so blind, never seeing anything wrong, like the homeless people, drug addicts and the suicidal.
You've never been to a funeral, worn a black dress, or seen a coffin.
You've grown up in a perfect little world, where things don't go wrong, they just need a little fixing.
Here you go, this is your first sample, just a little taste called life, I'm leaving on a stretcher, and never coming back again.
I hope this is a wake up call that you just can't fix, and that you'll open up your eyes to all the homeless people, drug addicts and suicidals.

My body screams at me.

How many senses do we have? Most would say five, touch, taste, sight, hearing, and smell. But why end there? You assume that each preceptor organ can only process one thing. But have you ever touched something with your eyes, seen something with your skin, or tasted with a part of your body you are not quite sure exists? I have.

Everything is so much more vivid when you allow your entire body to perceive each individual thing. Just sitting here I can hear with my skin as each key is pressed in. I can smell with my eyes, the humid scent of tofu. I can hear the texture of the wood, as I look at it. My senses are aware of most of my surroundings. The back of my head can see the room behind me, and I have no doubt that it is exactly the way it seems.

Yes.

Smoking is a great way to get outside and enjoy the world.
Who need a brain? It only weighs you down.
My neck hurts, could you scratch it below the collar?
Why do we live just to die in the end?
Never trust and chipmonk.
I called it "Dangerous Time."
Monkeys never let me sleep.
Small!
I belong to a cult know as the "Double Hex Militia."
Let the wind fly into the window.

Love Machine

Never ever wake up screaming, laying down and when you start dreaming.
Living for life, living for the end, realizing that this is not where you want to be.
We just made a time machine, just to see what happens in the end.
But in the end we just get lost, and never see tomorrow again, we never see tomorrow again.
You never believed what was to come, so we skipped right past it to the fall, just to realize that was shit, and we will never see tomorrow again.
Time machines don't work like you'd think, we can always go back but we can never change.
Just watch it all go by again, watching all of our stupid mistakes.
Going back is always just deja'vu, living it over, and crying together.
Time travel is just an excuse to see the end, remember the begining, and relive the good times.
Going back never hurt no one, until you never see tomorrow again, we'll never see tomorrow again.
Just let the time go by, forget the shit, try to go forward, 'til you can't remember it.
Love was always like a time machine, you will always miss tomorrow, you will always miss tomorrow.