an original song. from my album [PROJECT VULGAR].

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[LYRICS]

miss America, you are a frail melody
please make me: good memory
the "good night then, sleep well."
that one time you fell ill on the whole damn estate
we dwell for all our lives in the house Yamada
"これ は なぜ 遺体 の ですーか ね、 ママ"
("kore ha naze itai no desu-ka ne, mama?")

おやすみなさい
(oyasuminasai)
you're assuming you're right
America: humanity as a whole inherits the worst traits, then makes them cool
witch girl, does the loneliness scare you so much- you'd rather rebel with the displaced ones?

medicate me until Monday
cast another wicked spell
if men do truly come from Mars-
then warm beer must go down well
munchausen proxy until D-Day
slip another wicked pill
if men do truly come from Mars-
then red planets must be hell

"i like ghosts the most, but zombies close second- and third? i'd say i like a good tea..."
the "so long then, farewell."
the whole time- 
never ill

i swear i was never ill...

おやすみなさい
(oyasuminasai)
you're assuming you're right
witch girl, do you have the strength to carry on those shattered views to utopia?

medicate me until Monday
cast another wicked spell
if men do truly come from Mars-
then warm beer must go down well
munchausen proxy until D-Day
slip another wicked pill
if men do truly come from Mars-
then red planets must be hell

dedicated to
all the spooks who called you
all the people who said
called you 'Tomi Dead-Head'
or...
a little science project of science-fiction
a character of nondescript
and wannabe non-fiction

want to be your bones...
i'd like to be your bones...
"i want my Poe..."
"give me back my Poe..."

they say:
the dead are meant to remain dead
and a resurrection is all in your head
please stop!
give up the ghost!

want to be your bones...
your skin- decomposed...

little worms eat away the scenes from Grimoire Lane...

scenes from Grimoire Lane

For the most part, I write stories and make music to go along with them.

scenes from Grimoire Lane

C.M.M.