• An indirect intervention Such a slippery slope we are on. Stop throwing banana peels everywhere Hardly lasting my feet they slip A squeel leaves me as I fall donward toward this darkness Nothing good can be waiting down there Please bring me back to the light. I will choose a sturdier road without monkeys to distract me. Stronger legs for a stronger walker I am afraid of the dark and I draw ever closer. I just want to see the light again. (This song is about doing or becoming something that you never wanted. A cry for help, it can mean whatever you want. It is okay to regret and it is possible to change its just hard the further down the negative path you go.) We eat our apples The core is in our mouth We bite down and chomp untill we have had our fill Swallow hard You may have bit off more than you can chew this time It clogs your throat and your mind starts racing The pace starts changing Red eyes. Blue face. Pale skin. Thrown into a frenzy you panic. A rainbowed mess throw all you know up. It leaves you and you swear off apples for the rest of your life. Sooner than later you will starve to death. Untill you finish up your apple and get your fill of food. (An extended metaphor. How you feel like your just getting too overwhelemed with school and such so you might just give up instead of finishing. But it will hurt you in the end until you learn what you need to survive.) LALALALA NOBODY CAN HEAR YOU - A simple dispute A challenge to be challenged We can fight all our lives without a dependance So keep to yourselves Silence is golden Talking is trash So shut your mouth your walking away with nothing Superiourty complex from a false thinker Civilized apes are still apes To be human is to make mistakes So learn and judge yourself Become perfect, because humans can still evolve. Don't get your blood on the sign in sheet. - My patience is lacking Horifyingly terrible things go through my head Sitting in this office so long, I might as well already be dead A comforting scent overriden by the stench of my blood. A babies screams, paramedic teams, and an unfathomable ability to want to survive This may suffice for the those who don't understand the key word. We sit and we think, we rot and we stink, we struggle and we cry, we wait here and die You are unconcious and the doctor is ready. A sterile needle in your skull the tip is far darker then blood red. The surgery even then they take your time as you lay on the table painting they're sheets an entirely new color If only they had taken you seriously maybe it could be a possiblity for you to walk out alive Emergency proceder amputate before this spreads deeper and sends me into a darker oblivion. Please save my life. Only after you steal my wallet though. (How I feel about the emergency room system. They just don't seem to take things seriously they try to rush people through too much and they take too many cases that just aren't serious. An emergency should be for the ones who are getting blood on their floors, passing babies through their vaginas, or are crying in pain. Nobody in they're should be calm, and if you are calm it just isn't an emergency. Then they overcharge you for they're hasty surgerys for those who had a true emergency. Its just ridiclous to me.) http://www.iclnet.org/pub/resources/text/history/spurgeon/web/edwards.sinners.html Mr Woody is hard - A blatant call for help Standing tall for atention We can't be ashamed even though we hide it. Shouting with no words. Rubbing the wrong way Discomfort has never felt so akwardly good. Think, Focus, Concentrate Just don't think of the wrong things. Because a grampa with timmy has never made you sit down so fast. Always creeping on you Lets give it a rest for both of our sakes. I see no light The darkness engulfed my whole being. Scared. Disoriented. Sickly feeling. Cannot stand. Hardly can speak A moment suspended in time. Stuck. Paranoia. You will make it. Sit and rest. A cure so far away. Everything feels better after hitting rock bottem How low can you go? A debate of your state - Again and again and again Each time I believe it less and more Crossing minds, minding paths Echoed words through a dramatic trauma They come out of coma and seem to awaken with such a slight force For its alive and yet its dead. The heart rate brings about a puzzling outlook for the patient I apologize deeply for my tounge with a free will Whispering words my body hopes to feel I cannot even hope to pull away and leave your flawlessness scarred So here's to a first time. That most certainly cannot be the last. Will the next one be logical Because the physical has just begun and I am so overcome with emotion Fight through (3times) Passing casually, not a motion, not a word Heading over to the copy machine We all bite off more than we can chew at some point. (Draft) The needle is tucked away My new quilt is ready Steadily cloaked, drifting to sleep. A realization that anybody can make an overexageration I snooze and I wake To find myself set a flame I have warmed up to my shroud 0% efficiency (100% sorry) - For those who are disapoint I apologize wholeheartedly. Maybe I am not who I am Then again who can be sure who that is? My golden age is the only one I will ever know Each and every day my love for life grows But does it really. I feel inside like I am overtaking myself Is there me against me or Am I just messing with myself Write of no idles both sides agree The tears in my eyes I refuse to set free Strangem there is no pain, just lowly regret I am done with my past I just want to be rid of that mess. If it never had happened would I be where I am? Conflicting with myself whenever I can. Maybe Its just a matter of princepal if I had amnesia and forgot all thats happened Awoke with the same exact life. I am doubtless I'd be forever happy of how everything seems to be going right. I follow no rules other than what love has to say, because in my heart its just better to obey So I follow like a dog, I am stuck to your leash. Happily here and to kiss your soft cheek. A pitterpatter (Beating) Your chest is more of a home when compared to my mess. (Faster) You are so gorgeous in your pretty black dress (Beating I look up at your beautiful eyes, and couldn't hope for a better comprimise. (Rapid) I'll be yours if you'll be mine. (Beating) A breath of fresh air, and the cure to my ills (FASTER!) My chest sinks when you smile, my hair stands when we touch (BEATING SO FAST) Babe I never knew I'd love you so much. (breakdown) MY HEART ITS BEATING EVER SO RAPID YOUR HEART ITS BEATING EVER SO FASTER A PITTER A PATTER NOTHING ELSE MATTERS LOVING, LIVING, ENJOYING OUR LAUGHTER. [Gangshout outro] (HEARTS BEATING EVER SO FASTER NOTHING ELSE MATTERS ENJOYING OUR LAUGHTER) How is buisness - Making a spectacle of yourself for your own carnal pleasure A unique way to draw customers for your flesh eating museum that you invite just for free A sweet harmony of lusting and thriving off those who are showing no pride Predator in the disguise of a sweety, go off with her and she'll eat you alive Hoping to progress you undress and sweety will let you inside. (Breakdown) PROGRESSION GROWING, TURNING OVER INCHING OUR WAY FORWARD GROWING, TURNING OVER INCHING OUR WAY FORWARD GROWING, TURNING OVER INCHING OUR WAY FORWARD! Subtly slipping, losing all grip A succubus told you her lies. Falling asleep is a simple mistake, but you cuddle on up to her and comprimise. We all have those days when the simple and plain turn complex and corrupt So just remember what I have to say live your life then shut the fuck up ;) Possible EP names

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