Dream: The Solitude of TwoDream: The Solitude of TwoWhy should I live in a dreamwhen I know how to make it real?Why should I not follow my heartwhen I know exactly what I feel?Why should i stick to my fantasieswhen I actually know how to live 'em?Why should I not accept this gift,the gift that you've already given?I just need some time to wake upthat's all.I just need some time to meltTo remember what I feltto remember what I knownI just think I need some time on my own.That's all.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Then my only lonelyness will bethe solitude of twoand just for some timeI will spend an eternity with you.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The one-way endThe one-way endThere is only one way to die......and that is of heart failure.
The Shape of a GoddessThe Shape of a GoddessWhat is it with your deep forest eyesthat makes my mind wanderWhat is it with your brigth blazing smilethat makes my world shiverWhat is it that you say and do that makes me want to be...with youWhat is it with your heavenly shaped figurethat makes my body quiverWhat is it with your intoxicating kissthat makes my heart sliverWhat is it that you say and do that makes me fall in love...with youWhat is it with your soothing soul that suits mine...so perfectly wellThis is less one of us regular feeble souls than...a goddess!...a goddess... tempting glorifying glowing Goddess!
The Pasts of the futureThe pasts of the futureWhy does it seem like I'm supposed to hateeverything I create?Why does it seem like everything I do and everything I tryalways ends up in chances passing me by?I'm always having these moments of looking back.The present is so distant and today is so black.It's easy to live in the past,but it's even easier to just picture the future,you can never know what might float upstream,darkest true reality or brightest true dream?I can see it before me, the pasts of the future.Still I'm looking back.Still my chances is passing me by.Still I'm dreaming of an even more distant tomorrow.Still today is the date of my sorrow.
Daybreaker "pt.2"Daybreaker (The end of the world as he knows it)-Verse1-Things can never always stay the sameHistory changes always as convincingLike a plate of chess, its just a gameTaking place on the twenty-first century-Bridge-Its just a gameIts just a gameIts just a gameGuess you better play it-Verse2-Play a game that never gets to oldChasing tales that never shouldve been toldWanted to go back, but theres just one wayMaybe its time to let go and trust our instincts-Bridge-Theres just one wayTheres just one wayTheres just one wayGuess you gotta take it-Chorus-As far as it goesFor all he knowsIts the end of the world-Verse3-Play it safe and stick it to the boneListen to the voices of the unknownAnd just as a day tries to break freeTheres just no way he can make a difference-Bridge-Theres just no wayTheres just no wayTheres just no wayBut I guess you have to try it-Cho
DaybreakerDaybreakerA Day Breaks FreeAnd finally he makes itA Day Breaks FreeAnd the world he knew changesA Day Breaks FreeAnd a new sun risesA Day Breaks FreeBut he tries to hide itStill,A new day breaks freeAs the day before settles
A day off workA day off work~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~If you feel fatigued, let's catch some restsleeping might just be what you do bestA day off work it's not a sinIt just might be the medicineForgive me now for beeing rudeit's not my intention of beeing crudeI have to tell you, don't you see?perhaps you'd go to the pharmacyThen lay down, and take your pillsI'll wonder off to the lonesome hillsI'll meet you there and then we'll seeWho was right,You or Me?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Jar O' FliesI caught some fliesand kept them in a jarI watched them flythey didn't get very farI plucked their wingsand watched them crawlNow they're pulling stringsbecause I killed them allOh, how I miss them now, but nevermindI've still got the jar and plenty of flies to find