my prayer's schizophrenic.

thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle.

lean with it, rock with it, when we gonna stop with the lyrics that mean nothing? we were gifted with thought. is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat? it ain't the speakers that bump hearts, it's our hearts that make the beat.

i could pull the steering wheel.

sometimes, quiet is violent.

on the eve of a day that is bigger than us, but we open our eyes 'cause we're told that we must, and the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead, desperately yelling "there's something we need."

i can't take them on my own, my own.

you think twice about your life, it probably happens at night right? fight it. take the pain, ignite it.

i'm afraid to tell you who i adore, won't tell you who i'm singing towards, metaphorically, i'm a whore, and that's denial number four.

they fill with fire, exhale desire, i know it's dire, my time today.

whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

but i'll tell 'em why won't you let me go? do i threaten all your plans? i'm insignificant.

we'll make pretend that you and me lived ever after happily.

i'll never be, be what you see inside.

it will not let me sleep, i guess i'll sleep when i'm dead and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

she asked me "son, when i grow old will you buy me a house of gold? and when your father turns to stone will you take care of me?"

i am up against the wall, the wall.

they're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin.

i'm trying, i'm trying to sleep, but i can't, but i can't when you all have guns for hands, yeah.

is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat?

i have these thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what i once bought 'cause somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence.

you are sorrounding all my sorroundings, twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree tell it "you belong to me, this ain't a noose, this is a leash and i have news for you, you must obey me."

it shows where your mind has gone.and you swear to your parents that it will never happen again.

and i'll fall, and i'll break, and i'll fake, all i wanna.

(yeah-yeah-yeah)

i go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling then i feel my soul start leaving like an old man's hair receding.

not anymore, flesh out the door SWAT!

i know that you all have guns, and you never put the safety on.

freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait, something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead and how it is a door that holds back contents that makes pandora's box contents look non-violent.

taking my only friend i know.

the earth turns, from sanity.

i'm never what i like, i'm double-sided.

you are sorrounding all my sorroundings, twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

we're broken people, yeah.

i will fear the night again. i know i'm not my only friend.

you are surrounding all my surroundings, sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain.

i will fear the night again. i know i'm not my only friend.

they're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin.

i'm forced to deal with what i feel there is no distraction to mask what is real.

i go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling then i feel my soul start leaving like an old man's hair receding.

let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down.

is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat?

it's the same game today as it always is, i don't give these places fake my name explaining this.

let it be said what the headache represents, it's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenseless test, being tested by a ruthless examiner that's represented best by my depressing thoughts.

why won't you speak where i happen to be? silent in the trees, standing cowardly.

i know, i know-ow-ow what that means, i know-ow-ow-ow-ow.

while you're doing fine, there's some people and i who have a really tough time getting through this life, so excuse us while we sing to the sky.

i fought it alot and it seems like flesh is all i got.

i'm semi-automatic.