Sleepless. Weary again. Questions fill my head. What could it be that you need? Is it me, or is it my child? Confessions. Well, what can I say? When
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig, how are you today? Guinea-pig, guinea-pig, what did the doctors say? Guinea-pig, guinea-pig, was it too early to tell? Guinea
I've come down from the high Kissed my dreams goodbye So I guess I'll be leaving soon My luck has run dry And I can't figure why So I guess I'll be
The cardboard box that I use to mend my shoes has shrunk to a couple of square feet My diet consists of dandelion-roots Sleeping on a dirt bed with thorn
We've got a new set of rules enabling us to apply for grants to take part in experiments of doubtful measures. We've got a new set of tools beyond surgical
Tainted raindrop. Chemical blue. Shapeless grey lid, close in on you. Diminishing space each and every day, yet increasing a distance for which the coming
Light seeks it's way on through the cracks, making it impossible to sleep. Knowing there will be an attack. Fleeing up a hill that's too steep. I'm
Oh, you think you're so clever, telling me what to do. In your eyes I'm a loser 'cause I'm nothing like you. Your shadow is stretching all over the place
Travelling light. Incognito. (Thanks to Hangman's Guild for these lyrics)
When you left I had to make this place my own To get on with my life Brought down all these boxes from the attic to pack everything here that had anything
So this is your picture? Well, that's what you say. That a square has four corners and so it shall stay. Wouldn't it be better if you were wrong? Can
When you took a look inside my self-satisfied mind, you chose not to understand these things you came to find. I have given something you couldn't possibly
Here they come, the voices. No use to pretend I can't hear telling me I Don't deserve this. They rape my thoughts and rob me of my self-esteem until
I simply ask you: Is this all you can do for me? Well, it ain't enough. No, no, no And if my only other possibility is to replace it all with numbness
I remember everything. Is that to be my curse? These images that crowd me, will they never disperse? A distorted symbiosis between now and then. It seems
We've got a mission. To conquer everything, so that there'll be no one left to question us. No more adaption. At least not from our part. This is not
Ignominious avaricious ruinous impetus. Nebulous sumptuous fictious terminus. Be a part of something bigger. Why don't you join the winning team? Safety
Who am I? What's my game? I can not stay the same. I never stopped to think I am a product of my expectation of what others expect from me. That I expect
