with no thoughs in your head
grasping onto one time dreams
but as soon as you sleep
the knife slices deep
into your shaving cream
and the angel of fate
is my new playmate
dancing around at the park
i know hes still there
the weather is fair
he'll be dancing from now until dark
make me laugh
bring a giraffe
tell me its from the zoo
the clown where nice
With words of ice
Making everything seem new
You slip into sleep
with the secrets you keep
half finished notes in the night
You say that i'm wrong
but yo've been gone too long
you can't really tell what is right
now the only thing there
is a blue eyed bear
with visitor stamped to his chest
you tell me hes dead
they've taken his head
i guess its all for the best
you wake up at noon
all at once its too soon
nothing left right as it seems
you think in your head
that everyone is dead
and you wonder what all of this means