So these Muslims knocked down the Twin Towers, yadda yadda... Now let's have America's stage director show the players a good way to get angry at Muslims for no reason. Cue my entrance on the stage. Me: But... America... it wasn't an act of religious purpose! So on behalf of the dumbasses in a America, I appologize to you offended American Muslims out there. If a Methodist knocked 'em over, no one would say anything. They'd probably build a Church right on top of the site. That's why a Mosque should be built TWO BLOCKS AWAY from the site. And since that doesn't seem to be happening any time soon, here's an invitation to build a Mosque in my neighbourhood. Here's Song #2 - "Light-headed" (Verse 1) I peel the scar tissue away... Memories of a better day You shouldn't have to think What you think of me... What's so wrong With the possibility Of flight? What's so wrong With the stability Of the unknown courtesy? (Chorus) I swear I would never again hear your voice in my head But the question is so tempting that my lips are quivering Are you really… Here? Really here… (Verse 2) So what if I don't have any problems? So what if I don't have any laws; Nothing to abide to? So what if I don't feel the way that you do? I stick to the laws of gravity, but levitation is quite possible I've never met something so sickening It's clear that the black hole clouds are quite indecisive And the cavernous pit in this self-centered core feels the same way (Chorus) I swear I would never again hear your voice in my head But the question is so tempting that my lips are quivering Are you really… Here? So many times I thought I locked this door But it turns out you're back for more Membranes in my brain are falling apart Are you really here? Are you really here? (Bridge) Pushing me off the edge Drilling holes in my head Surgery is for the dead I thought you should know You're pushing me off of the edge You're drilling holes into my head Surgery is for the dead I thought you should know. Are you really here? Are you really here? Are you really here? Are you really here? I swear I would never again hear your voice in my head But the question is so tempting that my lips are quivering Are you really… Here? So many times I thought I locked this door (Surgery is for the dead) But it turns out you're back for more (Surgery is for the dead) Membranes in my brain are falling apart (Surgery is for the dead) Are you really here? Are you really here? (Surgery is for the dead)

Hello, there. I'm liberalass, and if you can't figure out the joke in the name, then you don't pay attention to politics. In my journal, I'll be either a) Writing about whatever the hell I feel like or b) Posting an original song I wrote. (I promise that barely any of this will contain any pointless whining about my life, like some other SongMeanings journals do.) You got A. probably without realizing it, now here's a scoop of B. Song #1 - "Hollow" (Verse 1) I'm glad you think You're some kind of genius But you don't even know What your name is Corporate strongholds Got a hold on you Loki said that you Say all that is true And you don't even… Think, think about me (Chorus) You got nothing in your head Nothing to be said Nothing, because nothing itself Is... dead. (Verse 2) So I'm glad you're great But mommy, I can't think… Must've been a disease That the pill -- can't -- catch! Now tell me what you see A glare or a gleam? Well we'll figure it out In your free 14-day trial Are you comfortable living… In denial (Chorus) You got nothing in your head Nothing to be said Nothing, because nothing itself Is... dead. (Bridge) Arson is the solution Arson is the solution We don't need representation We don't need representation Take your freedom and fight it Destroy yourself before you can buy it Before your warranty expires Before your friends turn into liars. (Chorus) You got nothing in your head Nothing to be said Nothing, because nothing itself Is. dead. You got nothing in your head Nothing to be said Nothing, because nothing itself Is. dead. Nothing but numbers...