Lyrics

Mechanical balloons consumed with water
Floating by my brain
Children's hands attached to the string
Smiling a nice tune
Gray bubbles filled with homes
People walking around just passing through the nothing
Eventually pops
It all just stops

*Oddidity

Pressing down on pens make ink explode
Don't dare to write plenty things so bold

Looking at the sky makes my neck ache
Looking at the sky makes my neck break

I'm so odd
Let me look down your mouth ti find innards
Or some splinters to keep me lonely

I stare at things that flash in the dark
Squirrels eat peanuts while I'm in the park

Oddidity

Why bother to make things rhyme at all
Don't all words that rhyme;they sound alike
They all sound the same

I'm so odd
Let me look down south to know if you're alive
To keep me company

*Nonsense

Sprickles in my eyes casuses me to blind
The spectrum is alive
Don't worry for my eyes when they close
Sharp black shards keep safety in here

Can you see in here
See the hidden tear
Can you see in here

Pickle in my mouth causes me to doubt
My tastebuds love to shout
Please take this pickle out from my mouth
Conversations really are queer

Can you taste in here
Taste forbidden fear
Can you taste in here

Flow

Nerves inside my brain feels like I'm insane
Feeling all this pain
Touch my lobes and you'll experience this too
Drowning in that lovely fear

Can you feel in here
Feel the dormant spear
Can you feel in here

Flow

Can you hear in here
Hear the clear air
Can you hear in here

Flow

*The Whimperings Of Joe

It laughs before biting off my leg
I desperately make an effort to beg
It chops down and my torso falls
Damn you for eating my leg

Crying, I stroke the bloody stump
And notice on my head there’s a little bump
Why did it hit me on my head
I think i’d rather be dead

Deep in the fires down in hell
That’s where i went when i fell
It’s so fucking hot in here
Why am I dead?

Why am i dead?
And why’s there a shtupid bump on my head

I think satan’s being a bit mean
ha ha ha ha hee hee hee

*Liquid Soul

My eyes
Your stare
I ask why
don’t care

My lips
Your kiss
Slowly rips
Didn’t miss

My liquid soul

My hands
Your grip
Becomes sand
Quickly slips

My ears
You hear
The fears
That i steer

My liquid soul
My body burns with pain

My hand suffocates my vein
My screams are muffled by rain
I think i am going insane

My liquid soul

*Thy Phobia of Pens

Myself penning a song let’s me face the fear
This fear of pens
Ink drowns my nightmares
Ink bleeds into my dreams
Twisting those caps make me jump

Ah.. Pens!!

When will this problem end
When will there be no more pens
Long after I’m dead

One night when I’m asleep
I look out my window and see
Millions of erect pens standing in the lawn
They slowly advance towards the house

Screeching their horrifying screech
My eardrums start to bleed

I scream
I cry

*Still In Process Of Writing*

*Puppet

Shallow eyes

No sign of life
Lifted hand
With a knife

Just a puppet
No harm done
No one hurt
No more fun

Comes to visit
Everynight
Please don’t worry
He won’t bite

Just a puppet
Has no heart
Doesn’t move
Doesn’t start

He’ll get seen

So be real gentle
Be real kind
And give him
A piece of mind

He’s real mean
He’s real bad
Give him what he wants
Or he’ll get mad