i caught you yelling at the moon asking where all the good times went
unfortunatly theres never an answer to your questions
ill leave you to your mind and racing thoughts, there the only one you tell them to
believe me when i say your going to be ok
sew me into your life i wont leave until you tell me to leave
hold out your hand i need assistance if you please

believe me

Monsters welcomed to this place that lovers go
give me what you promised countless times before
keep your child hood close but your future closer
responsibilitys are made to be broken in this run down city we call suburbia
blink twice and everythings gone look around and everybodys on the brink of falling
we think but dont process our minds are wanting everything faster faster faster
I dont make sense unless you process my words. think about them and they will mean anything
stop the hustle and bustle we were taught to embrace, stop this madness that we face
Being confused is the shared emotion everyone discovers sooner or later.. we love it even though we try to escape it.. the creatures that run this city make me believe lifes is a joke
minimize the thought capabilitys maximize your stupidness
lets go

its cool its whatever
things go the way of the assertive
not the passive
this aggression is not my kind excuse me but i really wouldnt rather
babe dnt play the game of the stereo type
get a clue i wont be here for long ive been running my path for a while
im not high school there fore dont follow the rules of the typical
uh oh i opened up my gates but the flood is drippin in. watch out now here it goes
ima show u how this captain runs it ship ive been hiding but now ima show you how to be free
uh oh uh oh ha ha tell me uh oh uh oh
game over your high score has been beat
laladada this is an original excuse me let me be .i think its high time bet you youll never find that needle in that hay stack. im someone . have me lead this marching band find it in your heart to set me aside while you ride this ride
ill show you how its done just follow me. be cool

"You dont know how pretty you are when your young. Just being young is beautiful.."-Rene Ricard

nothing goes right in paradise city
and well come riding back to the dirty suburbs that we hate so dearly
limited time offer no going back
and the lives of the human being have to be filled with drama or else nothing goes accordingly
i hate all the creatures that roam the city
institutionalized