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(Ziola, O�Brien): Days pass by me like the cars that just did.
I�ve got to freeze or I�ll go to fast. There�s so many things I
wish I�d said so I�ll live this day my last. And it�s the last chance
to say I love you, cause no one knows what tomorrow will be .. it�s the
end of time; the end of the world to me. The end of the world to
me. When the clock strikes twelve and the sky turns purple
how should we feel. As the clock turns time is distorted and the
sun melts how can we feel. And as the clouds form I try to abort
it. I�ve found the catch as I wind in the reel. Yesterday
is a hundred days ago and today is no different it�s new.
I kissed you yesterday and now I know again I want to kiss you.
When the clock strikes twelve and the sky turns purple, how should we
feel. I�ve got this crazy idea don�t throw your time away, just
love me and I�ll love you. I�ve got this craxy idea don�t throw
your time away cause my love lives past today.
GROUND ZERO (O�Brien): Is this point in life really worth it, can I let it pass me by. Wake up like it was a bad dream; wipe the life from my eyes. We rely on others to fill us with the knowledge, to bring us all the petty facts, cause we can�t break free. As we sit in circles thinking cross-legged, pondering perplexed, try to solve all the problems but what comes next. We rely on others to fill up with the knowledge, to bring us all the petty facts, cause we can�t break free. Why can�t we hit the ground at zero, or will it just pass me by.
OPEN MIND (O�Brien): As I take another page from the journal in my mind I set the stage by leaving my troubles behind. Laughter comes like a dream in a made-up land where figures are distorted I have to climb to stand. And the need for insight becomes a waste as the hunger for love takes over the taste. I need a place where I can be a free as the birds and fly away. I need a time that I can leave myself, not think about my problems or anybody else. As I close the book that brought me there I feel as if I�m floating on a wave of air. I catch the scent of a mystical paradise where water is sacred so we walk on ice. As I drift further my mind recollects what everybody wanted but no one can get. I need a place where I can be as free as the birds and fly away. I need a time when I can leave myself, not think about my problems or anybody else. I need to find someone who�s at my kind with open arms and open mind.
KUNGADIN (Ziola): A dark cloud covers the evil castle, today I seem to walk a little faster, cause it�s cold outside, it�s cold outside. The warmth of the building is all too good too soon you�ll see a different change in mood. When heaven turns to hell, when heaven turns to hell. In this chamber flooded with the spirited souls, feels like a prison without control, please unlock the door, cause I can�t take it anymore. I waste every second behind this locked door, please someone find the key, cause I can�t take it anymore.
SOLVENT (O�Brien): Victor�s in the middle and the kids are on the other side, why can�t I speak. Standing there with clutched fists, blaming me for the things they missed, how can I feel this weak. You can only walk so far before you see what you don�t want to see. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time is the only way to justify the means. Looking through the window pane as I don�t feel the same. Things fall into place. Pushing the dust away to find what�s underneath, at least I saw your face. You can only walk so far before you see what you don�t want to see. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time is the only way to justify the means.
CHILI (O�Brien): As the trees turn a golden brown and the leaves start falling, how they look so bare. All I hear is the sound of the falling snow and the rushing of the cold air. Visibility is of zero but I can still see you. Pack the car and grab a sweater as the uncovered skin turns blue. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold before it starts to fade away. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold and hold it for every other day. I remember feeling warm underneath your touch I wish it could�ve last forever. See the snow fall outside, thinking of lost memories, at least we�re together. As a sudden chill sets in, I finally understand why the seasons turn. My feelings flutter, my mind starts to wander, my heart starts to burn. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold before it starts to fade away. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold, hold it for every other day.
SENOR CASTANO (Cherian): I don�t know what to do you try to show me. I don�t know who I am you pretend to know me. My ideals are my own you try to change them. My thought have just been you rearrange them. I try to be myself you stop me every day. I want to learn something new but you only know your way. I don�t want to be like you, you try to make me. I don�t want to go there again but you will take me. I�ll never be like you, you don�t believe me. I�ll always be like this, but you won�t leave me alone. I try to be myself you stop me every day. I want to learn something new but you only know your way. Well, I hate your ways.
INFATUATION (Ziola): To me infatuation is confusing and no one is really in love. We just exchange invisible loving that�s given to us from above. To me you seem really cool and that�s the way you�ll always be. Maybe I�m really the fool cause you�re just as confused as me. I like you for all that you do. I hope you realize and see through the lies. Can�t you see that I want you with me. Let�s talk and then get together, going out is so much fun. Our friendship won�t end, never, just like the rising of the sun. Troubled water is close as sight, and what the hell am I supposed to do? Another fucked up Friday night will we ever make it through; I like you for all that you do, I hope you realize and see through the lies. Can�t you see that I want you with me.
HOW WILL WE KNOW? (O�Brien): Twisting and turning you reach the ground. You can�t stay, pick up and start over. Everything seems like it leads to the end, we�ll pull your head out of the cover. How will we know if we can�t sacrifice. How will we gain if we can�t pay the price. How can they will if we can hide the dice. It always looks brighter when we lie. Like scrubbing chalk off of the board, you can only see it while it�s still there. As the water seeps through under the door, you know I really shouldn�t be here. How will we know if we can�t sacrifice. How will we gain if we can�t pay the price. How will they win if we can hide the dice. It always looks brighter when we lie, but the light will never last. And I�m tired of painting faces. Now I can take of my mask. I followed everyone of the tracks, and they just keep on leading me back to you. How will we know if we can�t sacrifice. How will we gain if we can�t pay the price. How will they win if we can hide the dice. It always looks brighter when we lie, but the light will never last.
SEEDLESS (O�Brien): Alec moves in a way that forms decisions. Flies surround and find the spot of the lesion. Crowds form around the spot where the sun shines bright. Water finds the holes in the cover suspended by light. Alec moves in a way they don�t find acceptable, while the people remain terminal, as his thoughts are so surreal. Alec hides in a world that he calls his own where violence is soothing and the mind is left to roam. When we are left alone with painted visions the heart clinches to the slightest incision. Alec moves in a way they don�t find acceptable, as the people remain terminal, and his thoughts are so surreal. Alec moves. Looking through tinted glass brings back thoughts of the past, that I see. Is he the only one who understands why the world forms vicious plans, as the sky turns grey. Alec moves in a way they don�t find acceptable, as the people remain terminal and his thoughts are so surreal.
SURPRISINGLY TRUE (O�Brien): That huge yellow floor opens wide and that driver he�s no friend. I�m slowly approaching the stairs when I say this bus thing�s got to end. As I walk through slowly to show them that I�m really cool, when deep, deep, deep down inside I feel like a sixteen year old fool. But then I caught a glimpse of a vision so pure and full. Your eyes sparkled like the morning sun. I thought how could this be true. As I felt so confused and awkward, I tried to make my self look fine. By the end of the ride I knew I had to take this bus just one more time. Our eyes met like two strangers, but I know that you would be mine. I worked up the courage to say it, couldn�t use any cheesy pick up line. I asked her name and she told me that it was Shell. She reassured me that I wasn�t the only one on this bus ride to hell. As I felt so confused and awkward, I tried to make myself look fine. By the end of the ride I knew. I had to take the bus just one more time.
BUNION SOUP (Ziola): Watch out for flying jelly beans that go round and round (& round) my bed post. There�s more than you think; more than you think. Watch out for killer feces � they may kill your treasured bug collection. There�s more than you do � more than you do. CHORUS: Pass the bunion soup cause it�s good for you. It may sound grose, but my cat eat�s it�s puke. Pass the bunion soup; I want some more. Give me his, hers, and yours. Watch out for funny flowers, you could smoke them and feel good. There�s more than you feel, more than you feel. Watch out for mad fish in the peast moss with sharp tongue; there�s more to believe, more to believe. Repeat Chorus. Watch out for grass hoppers with lots of pubic hair. There�s more than you say, more than you say. Watch out for plastic weiner washers that glow when you pee; there�s more than you know, more than you know. Repeat Chorus. Watch out � Watch out � Watch out � Watch out, there�s more than you�
COOL FALL DAY (Ziola): We walked together
in the park, on a cool fall day. The leaves were falling and I was
falling on top of her luscious body. Leaves on the ground,
hear the calming sound of the peaceful river. The sounds I hear
make me think of how to make her purr. Lying beside her in the grass,
she wrapped herself around my tree. I wanted her so, so bad that
I�d have her urinate all over me. I wanted her bad on that cool
fall day.
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