It's a long journey,
to the edge of the earth...

In this wide world,
of geniuses...

Lock us up,
close the door...

I get to my goal,
and life gets better...

Low self esteem,
from the people that called me names...

I won't start off saying that I miss you,
but what I'll start explaining is...

Licking his lips from bloody pesticide,
snickering at all of the young ones...

It's safe with your eyes closed,
it isn't real...

It can hurt inside,
with the feeling so cold...

Walking drifted on a beat,
a track of lilies...

A breath of hot air,
Slice of a blade...

Thoughts are screamed,
into your mind...