I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.