Once fastened, servile...now your getting sharp.
Moving oh so swiftly, with such disarm.
I pulled the covers over head, should have pulled the alarm.
Turned to my nemesis...a fool, not a fucking god.

Please, don't go on me.

Suck...blood...touch...please, too aggressive...fuck...time...see...
Please, please, please...
Don't go on me.
Please...Don't you want me?...don't go on me.
Please, don't go on me..

All these changes taking place...
I wish I'd seen the place,
But no one's ever taken me.

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...

I swear I recognize your breath.
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising.
Look 'cause you can't see me, for I'm not my former.
It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf.

I changed by not changing at all...
Small town predicts my fate,
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see.

I just want to scream...hello...
My god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return.
But now here you are, and here I am.
Hearts and thoughts they fade away.

Go it alone...you got it, so it goes.
I wanna breathe, and I said I can't take it any other way.

On the streets he's walkin' wounded...
Doesn't smile for the child at play.
Thoughts of suicide and alleviation...
Anything to get his heart off of the coals.
Does he fly away or just talk about it,
Like a seagull born to cry in the wind?
All experiences lead to a young girl.
Alone you will meet the one who lies in wait.

Go it alone...you got it, so it goes.
Try to breathe, but you can't. You can't take it any other way.

I can help myself, don't talk to me...

Wide awake and he shakes in a panic.
Never woke up alone ever before.
Had his woman long as he can remember.
Tries to forget, but he can't...
He can't, he can't, he can't...

Torture from you to me.
Abducted from the street.

I'd rather be with an animal.

Why would you wanna hurt me?
So frightened of your pain.

I'd rather be with an animal.

Said 1-2-3-4-5 against 1...
5, 5...5, 5...5 against 1...
1-2-3-4-5 against 1...
5, 5...5, 5...5 against 1.

Jeremy spoke in class today.

Clearly I remember picking on the boy.
Seemed a harmless little fuck...but we unleashed a lion.
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady's breast.
How could I forget. And he hit me with a surprise left.
My jaw left hurting, dropped wide open.
Just like the day...like the day I heard
Daddy didn't give affection and the boy was something mommy wouldn't wear.
King Jeremy the Wicked ruled his world.

Jeremy spoke in class today.

Try to forget this...try to erase this from the blackboard.

The shades go down, it's in her head.
Painted room...can't deny there's something wrong...

Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...

She holds the hand that holds her down.
She will rise above.

Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...

The shades go down...the shades go down...
The shades go, go, go...

We don't need no education...
We don't need no thought control...
No dark sarcasm in the classroom...
Teachers leave those kids alone.

You don't have to stray the oceans away...
Waves roll in my thoughts. Hold tight the ring,
The sea will rise...please stand by the shore.
I will be there once more.

I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.

Oh, she walks slowly across a young man's room.
She said, "I'm ready for you."
Well I can't remember anything to this very day...
'Cept the look. The look.
Oh, you know where. Now I can't see, I just stare.

I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.

"Is something wrong?" She said. Of course there is.
"You're still alive." She said. Oh, and do I deserve to be?
Is that the question? And if so, if so, who answers? Who answers?

I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.

Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room.
Young girl...violins...center of her own attention.
The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it,
Tries to make her proud.

The shades go down, it's in her head.
Painted room...can't deny there's something wrong...

Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...

She holds the hand that holds her down.
She will rise above.

Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...

The shades go down...the shades go down...
The shades go, go, go...

Paint Ed big...Turn Ed into one of his enemies...
It's my blood.

Stab it down...fill the pages...suck my life out.
Maker of my enemies...
Enemy...enemy...enemy...

When she couldn't hold, she folded...
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path
A dissident, a dissident is here.

And to this day, she's glided on.
Always home but so far away,
Like a word misplaced.
Nothing said, what a waste.
When she had contact with the conflict,
There was meaning, but she sold him to the state.
She had to turn around.

She gave him away.
When she couldn't hold, she folded...
A dissident is here.
Escape is never, the safest path
A dissident, a dissident is here...

Oh, dear dad, can you see me now?
I am myself like you somehow.
I'll ride the wave where it takes me.
I'll hold the pain...release me.

I seem to look away.
Wounds in the mirror waved.
It wasn't my surface most defiled.
Head at your feet...fool to your crown.
Fist on my plate...swallowed it down.
Enmity gaged...divided by fear.
Tried to endure what I could not forgive.

Saw things...saw things...saw things...saw things...
Clearer...clearer...
Once you were in my rearview mirror.

I gather speed from you fucking with me.
Once and for all I'm far away.
I hardly believe, finally the shades are raised.

Saw things so much clearer
Once you were in my rearviewmirror.

Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
He don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again.

Kneeling...looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read.
Praying...up to something that has never showed him anything.
Feeling...understands the weather of the winter on its way.
Ceilings...few and far between all the legal halls of shame.

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies.
He don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again.
Whispering hands gently lead him away.

She seems to be stronger but what they want her to be is weak.
She could play pretend. She could join the game, boy.
She could be another clone.
Why go home?

What you taught me put me here. Don't come visit, mother.
Why go home?

Can't touch the bottom.
In too deep. Can't touch the bottom.

On the edge of a know-nothing town.
Feeling quite superior, the aged come.
To the sky above he just ain't nothing,
But he's got a great view
And he sinks the burning knife deep.

Can't touch the bottom.
In too deep. Can't touch the bottom. In too deep.

On the edge of a Christmas clean love.
Young virgin from Georgia...visiting Hell.
To the man above her she just ain't nothing,
And she doesn't like the view...
She doesn't like the view...
But he sinks himself deep.

Can't touch the bottom.
In too deep. Can't touch the bottom.
Can't touch the bottom...deep...

No you won't...No you won't...