thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle.

there are things we can do but from the things that work there are only two and from the two that we choose to do, peace will win and fear will lose.

behind my eyelids are islands of violence.

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

before you walk away, there's one more thing i want to say, our brains are sick but that's okay.

i do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock.

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

the solution is, i see a whole room of these mutant kids fused at the wrist, i simply tell them they should shoot at this.

and now that i write and think about it and the story unfolds, you should take my life, you should take my soul.

simply suggest my chest and this confused music it's obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist.

before you walk away, there's one more thing i want to say, our brains are sick but that's okay.

i want to drive away.

'cause there's a screen on my chest, yeah there's a screen on my chest.

i find over the course of our human existence, one thing consists of consistence and it's that we're all battling fear.

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

you will die, but now your life is free, take pride in what is sure to die.

not anymore, flesh out the door SWAT!

i will make you queen of everything you see, i'll put you on the map, i'll cure you of disease.

sometimes, quiet is violent.

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

the start of a day when we put on our face, a mask that portrays that we don't need grace.

i will make you queen of everything you see, i'll put you on the map, i'll cure you of disease.

so excuse us while we sing to the sky.

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

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

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

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.

i must've forgot, you can't trust me, i'm open a moment and close when you show it, before you know it, i'm lost at sea.

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

i do not know why i would go in front of you and hide my soul, 'cause you're the only one who knows it. yeah, you're the only one who knows it.

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

and the windowsill looks really nice, right?

i do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock.

i am not as fine as i seem, pardon me for yelling, i'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees.

i ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate.

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

i am not as fine as i seem, pardon me for yelling, i'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees.

i must've forgot, you can't trust me, i'm open a moment and close when you show it, before you know it, i'm lost at sea.

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.

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

why am i not scared in the morning? i don't hear those voices calling. i must have kicked them out, i must have kicked them out.

in the night, headlights call my name.

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

we're broken, we're broken, we're broken, we're broken people, we're broken people.

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

and the wrists of my mind have the bleeding lines that remind me of all the times i have committed dirty, dirty crimes that are perfectly form-fitted to what i've done and what i'm doing.

(yeah-yeah-yeah)

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 do not know why i would go in front of you and hide my soul, 'cause you're the only one who knows it. yeah, you're the only one who knows it.

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