I'm dieing on the inside.
I can't take it any more.
I let out a cry for help but
know one is near. I think
to my self that it's my time to go.
My hart gets colder it becomes
hard to breth. My eyes are filled
with hatered and sadness.My eyes
start to close. My life pass by and i
see that death is every where we go.
Always a dead end There is no escape I place my sorrow upon a bird in the sky And i'll let it fly This place is ephemeral An eternity that binds me Coming or going All that passes by are dreams
Radio plays another mindless song
that I'm relating to our mindless situation.
And the tick-tock clock
is bleeding out another time,
'cause we're three minutes away
from the worst day of my life.
How long to let loose?
How long til I forget you?
I've heard stories about fame,
and fame made up of stories.
I can't keep up,
no, I can't keep up
with the
b-b-beating of my heart.
So I wonder
if I rush it up
through my blood,
can I figure out the puzzle
the right way again?
How long 'til you let loose?
How long 'til there's no I love you?
The phone rings with another concerned victim,
wondering if the city's gonna flood.
'Cause morning's breaking
and all I've seen is rain.
The stars don't shine for us..
T-t-tell me can you taste this guilt?
And if not, can you drag me down the road,
'cause this's been another bad trip.
How 'til we let go?
How 'til I get to know?
Drip drip goes your patter tears,
and the thunder of my hurt.
We could drown this world
in the mindless song
we've written for
this mindless situation.
How long..
Oh, how long 'til it's easy.
"Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all"
Always a dead end There is no escape I place my sorrow upon a bird in the sky And i'll let it fly This place is ephemeral An eternity that binds me Coming or going All that passes by are dreams
i've got a big bag of crabs here
I'm gonna put them in my mouth
oh yes
I'll walk around the town
on a market day.
then everyone will point at me and say
I've got a mouth full of crabs.
Mr. Howell: The dinner was fine until she opened her mouth.
Oh, Candy! Oh, Candy! Behind her teeth 15 rats started screaming and sobbing. Candy girl! Candy girl!
When we were kissing in the car
those rodents smoked cigars in her throat, blowing smoke.
(You turn on the lights and look a bit closer... there's shutters on her eyes, there's a door on her thigh.)
Candy: These rats are not living inside my hotel face.
They're just sick and they need a bed lined with fine lace.
Mr. Howell: You know that pity's got an ugly price tag.
Rats: Our fur feels like it's on fire. There's thorns growing on our bones.
Our hunger is x-rated.
Oh, mother, we love you so!
(Candy invites you upstairs, you say it's getting awfully late, but she yanks your hand through the door. Her clothes fall off and she presses into you. But those rats have chewed a hole straight through her navel and nipple.)
Mr. Howell: Oh, Candy. I've got to go.
Candy: Oh, won't you stay the night with me Mr. Howell!
These rats are not living inside my hotel face.
They're just sick and need a bed lined with fine lace.
Mr. Howell: You know that pity's got an ugly price tag.
Rats: Our muscles have turned to cement.
We're coughing up needles and nails.
Our veins are flowing barbed wire.
Oh, mother, we are so frail! but wait!
We've got a trick for him.
We twist tears into shit eaten grins.
(When you wake up in the morning you find yourself alone in Candy's bed. And everything is gone: paintings, jewels, songs. Candy's blowing in the breeze; those rats devoured her up in her sleep. Her skin's tied to the bed post like a flag on a ship of ghosts. You read the letter on the dresser; the sick brown sun rubbing in your soul).
Reading letter: Oh, mother, you should have known.
You should have seen through our fake broken bones.
Our tears that we razor-sharpened were calculated to rob you blind.
Mr. Howell: Three weeks later from that day,
I saw those rats on a bicycle.
They crept by me and started balling,
their eyes turned to icicles.
Crying, "We need a vacancy!"
Always a dead end There is no escape I place my sorrow upon a bird in the sky And i'll let it fly This place is ephemeral An eternity that binds me Coming or going All that passes by are dreams
A voice calls out to me.
"Come now,open up,your eyes."
"Wipe the tears from your face"
A dazzling light springs forth.
glistening in the dew,beneath the trees.
Down by the waterside,
in a secret place where no one knows
Dance with me the pas de deux of life.
And I am dreaming again today.
So I find myself gently,taken by currents so strong.
How ever far this maze may take me
I shall go on and hold tightly to this dream.
baby thinks he looks just like the face he makes in mirrors
only once or twice a month
does the mirror do him justice
every other time he looks a mess
he expects a lot from it
but then barely notices
baby knows we all create the world from in our skulls
everything you think of is just as real as you make it
now he only focuses on dreams
can you make a thing exist just by focusing on it?
yeah?
i been around a mirror enough to know it's hard to change
we're like magicians when we dream
but we wake up and nothing's different
cover up with jewelry or pierce all the parts you've got
if the packaging design can fix the contents
i might distort myself a bit
i doubt that i'm the only one
to hope their features smear
warp the face that's stuck to my skull
it's just a mask
peel the skin away and we'll trade
i'm not so attached to this face.