- Pencil Fight
This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real.
Leave me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel.
So it's time. It's just time....
Well I'm not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care.
I can't pay much attention with that ruler in your hand.
So it's just time.
Cause I'm thinkin' Pencil fight, here we are.
- Day Of Daze
Proven in theory your heart can be lost by the brain.
Staring hard the devil is just out of frame.
Mother where are you?
I love you I'm right here.
Twisting and turning and loving and braiding your hair.
It was a good day she died.
It was a good day to die and run from the night.
- Dragonfly
Driving round in your car, the thoughts are piled up very, very far.
Did you know the time?
Did you happen to read the last three mile marker signs?
A bright flash of white, flashed before my eyes.
Along with the centipedes, the birds, and the dragonflies.
But did you know I loved you more than I could ever show?
And did you know that something deep inside you that would fail to grow?
- pencil fight
This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real.
Leave me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel.
So it's time. It's just time....
Well I'm not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care.
I can't pay much attention with that ruler in your hand.
So it's just time.
Cause I'm thinkin' Pencil fight, here we are.
- Plastic People
Time entails the sun to hesitate, clinging on and off again.
Picture all the children as they walk on by clean into the front yard.
Falling in and out of sync with him in the ground, I see.
Promises I have broken, shadows creep along the window.
The window sill, drowned by the rain.
Swallow the pill, it kills the pain.
- Seven Months
Thoughts Expire
Water on your soul that was a fire
We may all fade
Eclipse of dark that steals our days
I don't forget so easily
And now it seems I never will
He don't forgive so easily
- Time For People
I found no people for killing time, so I found time for killing people.
I found no rhythm I would rhyme so I rhymed rhythm for the people.
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day.
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day.
Contemplating genocide, upstairs waving scared of people.
Afraid the feeling hasn't died, it gets lonely for my people.
- Withered
Because it's two in the morning and I'm feeling so ugly.
I've got this chip on my shoulder, keeps my eyes spread wide open.
If you'd let me go.
Then I'd walk myself into my room, yes I will.
Then I'd lay right down and daydream of you, yes I will.
With this soul tell smile I'll blow a kiss to you, yes I will.
Then I'd lay right down and daydream of you.