You know I'm always thinking about dying I hate the idea of it, but the truth is I'm infatuated by it I want to be lost in that moment I want to know that feeling, falling from a building I want to know a white haired woman Someone who can tell me everything I want to be lost, I want to be aware in my last moment And I want my last moment I don't want to die in my sleep I want to lose myself in a breath of smoke I want to lose everything just to know what it was Don't listen to a word I say I'll just regret it Because what is life but one giant missed opportunity And I want that flash before my eyes, that flash of everything I have forgotten And I have forgotten so much

Side by side things fell in line, we've kicked the habit We rewrote our names, the day and age may have changed, but we sure as hell haven't Opening, the path doesn't matter Opening another chapter I would rather die than never speak again or bite my tongue Paralyzed, I'd never walk again before you can take that from me so listen (time) (flies) (us) (home) I can't control time but I think that I know how to use it I can't control time so let's make the best of this I'm not going to wait around for time to fly me home Outside! I can't believe it's happening I've got my friends standing near I've got a pitcher of beer And some dude is lighting fireworks Get Outside! "Man you've got to take a picture of this!" My Brothers by my side Aristocrat on the ice Oh no the room is spinning again No.No! shhhh Cowards Coyotes, Wide-eyed Thieving foxes, wide-eyed Cowards coyotes, wide-eyed All us foxes Wide-eyed, wide-eyed, wide-eyed, wide Which am I? Which are we? The seat under my ass And the floor under my feet Tells me I'm alive Best friends watching patterns Listening to Circa Survive I can't remember myself as a distinct mind in a distinct space As all around me time stands still Like a picture, I'll forever be sealed in my frame I'll forever be sealed in my frame Side by side things fell in line, we've kicked the habit We rewrote our names, the day and age may have changed, but we sure as hell haven't Opening, the path doesn't matter Opening, for what For what comes after

I'm fed up with flashing my Degree in bad ass from the school of hard knocks I'm just another disgusting wallpaper Tear me down before I cramp your style I didn't grow up On the right or wrong side of the train tracks I just laid in the middle Hoping that the best would one day come "God blessed Texas with his own hands Brought down angels from the promise land I was sent to spread the message God bless Texas" Everyone I've looked up to has let me down But any minute now it'll come back around Everyone I've looked up to has let me down And any minute now it'll come back around (Everyone) It'll come back around Isn't it strange how words can twist? Did you know seven was afraid of six? I find it so funny how words can twist That's right kids seven was afraid of six! The truth is six wasn't the least bit afraid But rumors spread rumors that you believed So next time don't believe what you can't see cause what you hear nowadays is bologna! And to the owner of the black Sedan You left your lights on And to the owner of the black Sedan You left your lights on I'm inside of your head, of your head Why on Earth would you let me in? I'm inside of your head, of your head The door was locked so I let myself in Riddle me this Riddle me that Who is afraid of the big black bat Riddle me this Riddle me that Who is afraid of the big black bat I'm inside of your head, of your head Why on Earth would you, let me in? I'm inside of your head, of your head The door was locked so I let myself in

The good death is that by art The bad is that by butchery This could prove a burning bridge At least in terms of you and me I'm the artist Your the butcher I guess that still makes us friends Ditch your clothes And ditch your "feelings" I'm in this for the benefits My opinion's nothing more than artificial flavors And this is a love letter I etch-a-sketched in the dirt "Oh, what a night, to be alive!" I've been sifting through these memories Searching for a single thought that belongs to me To me You've been drinking so much sarcasm Now your breath smells of irony You've been drinking too much sarcasm Now your breath reaks of irony I have been proofreading your "note-to-self" And I must say there are several grammatical errors But, my opinion's nothing more than artificial flavors Who in the world taught you proper english? The unstoppable force just met The immovable object And introduced itself with words That when spelled out don't make much sense One more thing miss Did I mention I don't like your Short attention One more thing miss Did I mention I don't like your Short attention Span This is a love letter... I was supposed to take a trip down memory lane But my flight got cancelled Ever since I could remember I've been dressed to impress I am dressed to impress I am dressed to impress Artists can butcher too!

You've got eyes You've got eyes, my dear, that make my twin tongues tie Tie themselves up tight You've got time You've got time and space that bent the sky But no one knows this time. I asked, "where do I go when I die?" And you said, "No one really dies. No one dies," but You've got mind You've got mind and soul, but what I have myself is why I never stand still I move around to know that I'm still here and I'm still alive and I can try to fight it, but I'll find that I can't. Turn on the light! Open wide! I find myself receding, and I'm repeating everything I've already said, but I can't help but say it all over and over, over and over again. All our fathers cried Their lives had passed them by Said, "Son, don't waste no time, Them stars don't shine so bright" Oh, my father cried His hand was clasped in mine Said, "Son don't waste your time, Or you'll find your life like mine" You'll find your life like mine You'll find you have so little time So little time I swear to God when I die, I won't be satisfied I thought I had so much more time I swear to God, I'm passing you by Oh son of mine, oh son of mine Will you please look me in the eye Oh son of mine, oh son of mine I'm passing you by

Before you put me in the ground Your going to sit and listen to what I have to say Now you don't have to necessarily agree with it And you don't have to necessarily believe in it But this is going to have been the greatest thing me and my friends have ever done Collectively, Individually over the span of our small existence And if you think for one moment we are going to pass that up Then my brother, my sister, you have never truly felt the ecstasy held within the passion of living Now I'm not about to apologize for it But I'm not going to wake up every morning a subject to your never ending rat race Forever chasing after illusions, delusional ideals of happiness and pleasure Running and running until we're tired, dying, dead You owe it to yourself and to anyone who's ever loved you to be exactly what you want to be Be exactly what you want to be because when you are strapped to your deathbed Whether it's lying mangled, melting between the steel pages of your favorite automobile Or lying comfortably, or at least as comfortable as I imagine one can be in such an instance Your family and friends coaching you through your final few moments I want to be able to look back at every waking moment of my being and be able to say I did exactly what I wanted to do Do exactly what you want to do because in that final moment of nervous, gut-wrenching anxiety I can swear to you nothing else will matter Was it time well spent? Well I know I'm not going to fade out another sad, sad soul Another slave to this system, this natural order that we are raised to believe is right And I'm not about to apologize for that This rat's not going to limit itself to your maze Inside these poorly crafted walls we build so tall When will we reach the end? Who knows! What's going to be waiting for us when we get there? Well I couldn't tell you that either And don't you ever be sure you've got it all figured out Don't Question yourself Question everything around you This world we live in is dead if not dying, how can you stomach that? How can you sit by as everything you've ever loved is slowly killed right in front of you? It's disgusting It's disgusting how we make ourselves comfortable inside these walls Comfortable with who we are, comfortable with where we're at, comfortable to die To afraid to think outside these walls, to think of what may lie beyond Somewhere along the way we lost ourselves Somewhere along the way we lost our passion, we lost our originality, our creativity Forever chasing after illusions, delusional ideals of happiness and pleasure Running and running until we're tired. Dying. Dead. We are all dead

Movies are dead We're better at making commercials Music is dead Anyone can do it Kids are all dead Sitting by their computers We are all dead We are all dead

Come and browse the little help I provide It dwells in the one place you never searched, it dwells inside I watched a sinkhole swallow the continents Spit out the ocean and cough up the monuments I didn't run, I sat in awe and I gazed Describe yourself in three words: A Blank Page And all they've ever wanted was to be something important to someone else and so they try, and so they try Sit let's have a talk Bleed the pen Grind the chalk I've got questions regarding these happenings Sit so we can talk Bleed the pen Grind the chalk I've got concerns concerning both you and me We make it up as we go along so We don't know how it ends Loose or win It's all just make believe Look into my eyes there's nothing to fear If it's not in the brochure you won't find it here!