November 29, 2008

BESIDES MAYBE THIS TIME IT'S DIFFERENT, FÖR EN GÅNGS SKULL

i really think you like me me me me me me me me

November 26, 2008

November 19, 2008

Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt and shame to a place where suffering's just a game

This is the place
You'll end up when
You lose the chase
Where you're dragged against your will
From a basement on the hill
All anybody knows is
You're not like them
They kick you in the head
And send you back to bed
Isolation pulled you past a tunnel into a
Bright world where you can make a place to stay
But everybody's scared of this place
And they're staying away
Your little house on memory lane
The mayor's name is fear
His force patrols the pier
from a mountain up of cliche
That advances everyday
The doctor spoke of cloud
He rained out loud
'You'll keep the doors and windows shut and swear never show a soul again'
But isolation pushes you ‘til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever takes
But everybody's scared of this place
They're staying away
Your little house on memory lane
If it's your decision
To be open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else
Uncomfortable apart
It's all written on my chart
And I take what's given to me
Most cooperatively
I do what people say
And lie in bed all day
Absolutely horrified
I hope you're satisfied
Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt and shame
To a place where suffering's just a game
But everybody's scared of this place
And staying away
Your little house on memory lane
Your little house on memory lane