The Room Outside

Through all the circuitry we'll find time
Symmetrical moments in mind
Those eyes begin to think
Styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs
Superglue all your pretty wounds
Though I begin to drink

Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Waking up the metal mercenary, suffocating in the room outside

Paper mache manawar-lords of course
Plastic champagne and sliding doors
Those eyes begin to think
Planetal Targets in my mind, sometimes
Losing perspective on my kind.

Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Have you met the jewel architect, he's burning slowly in the room outside

CRIME OF THE SEASON

Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One's man, one's money
Gore tied to the centerfold

Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs)
Salmonella you're golden (so many dogs)

So you better get it around

Vacant pageant, yo-yo gods
Caught in the moment
I pity on the underboss
To show me your name

Kerosene just for drinking (so many dogs)
Cut kaleidoscope blinking (so many dogs)

While you're passing all my test tube dummies,
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies

Croquet promenade

Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One's man, one's money
Gore tied to the centerfold

Asleep in the deep end (so many dogs)
Little garden of Eden (so many dogs)

Pagan, raven, no one's ark
Petty addendum
Our pity is beyond desire, to suck on the rain

Sucker punch if you let us (so many dogs)
Sayonara vendettas (so many dogs)

Cause it's Polly to Paulie, you're fickle and floating away
But now she feels so scared.

Croquet promenade, they know what they are
I pity on the underboss to give me a reason, they know what they are
Our pity is beyond desire, it's the crime of the season, they know what they are

MONK

If I promise that I'll be real good you wanna take me out
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my hands don't move, you wanna tuck me in
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my legs stand still, you wanna run your mouth
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my head don't spin, you want a piece of my mind
No touch or feeling

Whatchu two timing for? (Avatar) I'm on my way, I'm alive.

I think you started in my head, but I'd stop anything for you.

If I promise that my nose don't bleed, you wanna cut my chase
If I promise our eyes don't lock, you wanna steal my soul

Fall asleep at the door committing a statutory folklore, you let yourself

Faking out the mall lines, sucking up your cosigns, poster prima-don't minds