ScissorsShe was like a pair of scissors. She came into my world and started cutting. She cut the strings that hold and the reins that control. She cut the bars that imprison and the leashes that pull.She cut everything. It was all loose. Every particle of my soul was free to move, free to sing, free to run away. They mingled with each other, and found their friends, and were not held back in their universal dance of life.All the gates were opened, and particles which had long been locked behind the doors other people's consciousness were free. When these doors swung back, and your soul danced with mine, I realised that any distinction between "you" and "me" and the universe was as meaningless as the distinction between of object and subject. When every particle of being has mixed into the mass of everything, how can they be separated again?And then she cut my heart. She cut out a little piece, and took it away.
Paint A PictureI want to paint a picturePaint a picture of nothingNothing to doWith anything newPaint a picture of the pastMake a moment lastPaint a picture in blueWon't have a clueBut it's a picture of red, purple, and you
Feeling OddSorry to sayI'm feelingOddNot your fault reallyI'm sure you didn't mean toJust uncomfortableDon't know what you're thinkingNot sure how you feelNever mindUnderstanding will come tomorrowOr if it means nothing, which I'm sure it doesWell, then, I'll forgot it soon enough
Good nightCome homeTo the cold, comforting darkLet it embrace youAnd dream you sweetly--------------Whatever you dreamDream sweetly, my friendAnd dream, my friend,Of me
Die NowDie now, because I love youDie now, just to liveDie now, or die a thousand deaths at the hands of those you loveDie now, or die the painful deaths of anger, hate and bloodDie now, and let me weep todayDie now, or we will grieve away the remainder of your lifeDie now, and you can save the dayDie now, and rest in peace
Paper DollPaper DollPaper DollSitting in the cornerWith nobody to love herNo one to rememberThat she is there at allNow all the dolls are plasticExcept for Paper DollNow all the dolls are perfectExcept for Paper DollNo one cares that Paper DollWas beautifully madeCrafted by the careful handsOf those whose love she needsPlastic is just perfectSuch pretty dolls it makesWho the fuck should care aboutA silly Paper DollSitting in her cornerThat biodegradable girlKnows plastic lasts foreverUntil it goes to hell