Ye whom bloody screams
Is bound to be hanged...

My room is small
but yet it's like a mall...

La la la boom de aye
don't break our kiss away...

Heroes they're called
Escaping from within...

Lately you've been on my mind
And how I wish you were here...

Beautied inworn strawberry roan
tamed by affection of a comb...

Processing imagery
is hard...

My heart stops a beat,
Every time our eyes meet...

Disguised, I hide deep inside my tough crunchy...
Peel my outer sun-burned layers off and reveal my...

You say you want to be friends
instead of being my lover...

Can you smell it?
A soft sweet aroma...

My Friend Philly
you are always so silly...