When we're left in this world to wallow and crawl
And nothing is there but blank blackened walls...

The present is the yesterday of tomorrow,
Tomorrow the present will be the past...

Feels like prison
Yeah, that's what they say...

Rain, rain, just go away, don't come again another...
And butterfly, sweet butterfly, don't fly away...

A smile is a reason to live
An action is a hurricane of doubts...

I hold back tears
And turn from you...

A dreamer, that's who I want to be,
Imagine the world for you and for me...

Clawing, craving
These eyes are shut, glued...

At night, wake from dying dreams
Where monsters aren't quite what they seem...

Death, rising with the sun
Black-tipped stars come undone...

I don't feel well today.
Maybe it's from lack of food. Energy. Interaction...

My little plastic plane
Is yellow...