A cut is as good as a rose my sweet
No gesture of love could be as neat...

Autumnal grey skies
Push forward dark clouds...

I’m going to jump into the lake
I’m going to smile on the way down...

A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...

No heart, no soul
Yellow bellied from the get go...

So I have bled for you
You who do not care...

I form these words
Beneath oceans...

I sit down and watch from a far
The sites and sounds of a raped mind...

The living rooms dark
The living rooms fun...

The corner of a dark room
And the light that invades...

Seamless thoughts drift through media controlled...
A world where your free if you keep within the...

Under my special tree
Is where I sit and think...