Familiar Air, Familiar HopeA familiar breath,that haunting sound of life escaping fromwilling lips, past eager tongues.Just for you -- all of it for you.It's what you thrive on, feed on.Blinded idiots awaiting command, waiting to live and breathe,all to sustain your vampiric tendencies.Fall in line, sayingHow high? Listen, listen and never form a question on your pretty waiting lips.I hope he holds his breath,just one time.Say goodbye to robots.Say goodbye to "love."
Tick, Tick, FlyIf only we could go back,before the unrelenting heartache and soul-searching.Before it all got weird and a littlescary.If only we could fast-forward,after it all goes bad so it can go good.After it all passes us by and seemsnormal again.If only time were not an object andlife andsickness andbadness were.And still, blame flows.And still, everyone falls.
Terrible TwosTwo names,two loves,two times of day.Tick and tock,Dick and Jane lookingfor a Spot that only existswhen he is around.Two names,two lives, and theywonder why we are insane.
Diamonds. Die.These diamond hands will lose thier merit soexpect nothing less than the absoluteworst.This is all that you deserve, dear traitor,and yet I anticipate a few cries,a desperate scream.Can you really believe that you can justtake this all back?