Blue skies with scribbles of white Polarized eyes To shade the light

Sitting alone In our old home My old room The walls still painted blue Boxes containing histories

Run, run, run away Gotta get away Believe me when I say Run, run, run, away Gotta get away

I must confess I am a mess Sleepless And Restless

Everything I ever wanted seems to… I’ve hit the surface, yet I don’t… I’m a gonna, I’m a gonna, I’m a g… I’m a gonna, I’m a gonna, I’m a g… Order, order this court is now in…

I am in love passionatley The flimsy fortune fish told me so As I laid it in my hand tail and… I don’t believe in silly superstit… Yet a beacon of hope shines throug…

Those not busy being born Are busy dying Get busy living Or get busy dying I’m trying

Dan. Dan the man with a plan Who unlike his brother Stan Reluctantly refuses to lend a hand Is always willing to help his fell…

Well, it’s mind over matter. And, if I don’t mind it don’t matter. No, I’m never gonna make

There’s a man on the run A fugitive with a gun I thought I never see the day For this to cross into my county’s Lines

I don’t wanna be a prime. Or as bitter as a lime Spending all my time alone I’d rather be a lemon So

Bright April Earth Begins To unsettle Shedding away

You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over

Cold Coffee Cigarettes Dirty Fingernails Messy hair Itchy beard

Hospital Bills Spilled Pills Blood, dust, and rust Broken frames and shattered glass Cracks Creaks, and Screams