Being a psycho
trees of black...

life, francium in action
unstable to the point of disaster...

Ever noticed?
every time you want to be happy it always...

Every day, on the bus I see the same people
every day, on the bus I see different dreams...

The weight of depression buries you, even when...
watching the star of your life burn in acidic...

The weight of this world is plenty
my will is weak...

I fell to the ground
with no one else to help me back up...

I'm not as happy as you think I am,
the smile you see is just a blank...

Life blossoms and roars
as another baby is born...

The burden of loneliness imprisons you
by the time you realize it wins over you...

Taste of moss,
Green as if gone wrong...

Tender yet rigid is the rope which I hold...
Full of faces, dreams and places this noose I tie...