Dogma

Stay Awake

Watch me as I grow into this obscene machine bent on dents and violent dreams perished once now known in the abyss as the kid with kid 

I am the sun I am one day away from costuming what you want pursing what is done 
So easy

Ride with Dorothy to get away 

Come with me to play where dirty secrets carry on  a sentimental girl in bed sun-dried skin on the shores of her curly head 

Slowly talk backwards wish for time to time itself rewind your moments press pause delete and repeat these were ideas best kept quiet till we need options to save us our time is sleeping as we speak

The Running Man

Be gone now be on your way '96 was such a waste but we all saw what was comin'. It's lost now somewhere inside a disproportion-ed  cigarette but we all got what was coming. 

I'm not afraid of your poor soul your face is an imprint of foul play. 

It's all gone it's wasted away the door is hanging from some building in between for us to stray. There is no place for us for you and I no where safe us to run just some played out ideas of the good times. 

I'm not afraid of your poor soul your face is an imprint of foul play. I'm so afraid of the warm floor it melts the taste of the gold rings. 

We're all awake for the old souls, pulling them out one by one. There's god in these torn up photos, plastered with fake names and postcards.

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Bedtime Stories for the Young

Welcome to our home Ive been roaming for sometime now Im sorry for the mess my children have created therel all gone now theyre beneath now theyre sleeping beneath the house can you keep them from coming back my teeth cant take it anymore I dont want them back 

I can see them running through the yard pushing theyre way back through the floor those little hands keep reaching for me run home to your children embrace them love them theyll need you some day because someday we will find another in our strangest hour 

Are you leaving us

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