Love, The Willow Tree:
The willow tree, do you see it?
I know you do; Everyone does.
Hey look, it died.
Love, the willow tree.
In our hearts,
Us all.
See it now?
Blowing as the lust does?
I'm sure it's there.
But you must see it!
It swirls like the skip of a heart.
Beats as the blood flows.
Surely it's there!
Have you not the right eyes?
Am I the only seer of it?
Too bad, it's gone again.
Love, the willow tree.
Long passed on; It died.

Beckoned:
I feel it; I’m beckoned.
The tingle in the expired.
I long for the tickle.

The corner, in its dark slab.
I spot him, and productions sped up.
I hand the brick machine my money; I’m rewarded.

I’m a chef, with the way I cook.
Why do I do this?
Lets stop.
But I can’t, for I’m trapped...

Flying higher than birds.
There; but where?
I collapse in my mind.

Within my context of swung reality, it’s a tree.
Retch upon the roots; where did that come from?
Time to start all over...I must, for I am trapped.

The Sarcastic Views Of A Mindless Teen:
What are we doing here?
We’re strangers to this land
The natives, take our hands.
Lead us away, away from our chaos;
Our destruction avast.
Us civilized folk, such a joke.
The ancients had it right, repeat this, repeat this.
Let’s go back, darling. We’ll take ourselves away from this.

(chorus)
And you know it’s a problem when the next ounce counts
When the fact of reality feels perplexing
When the once concrete people, are living in the streets
And when reality is too much to face.
We’ll drive this stake straight through me;
This needle to my veins.
My dear, my dear, today is the day we die.
Apocalypse; she approaches.

The sweet sounds that come
We’re fucked; we’re screwed.
To be your enemy is just an artform
Because in this world, that’s all we have.
My apocalypse, the love she provides.
She’ll come some day; she’ll show us out.
Or will she, or will she?

(chorus)

(bridge)
My drugs, my lush escape.
My perplexity, I want none of it.
I want out; I want in.
Fucked, screwed, relinquished.
It’s all the same, so where’s the difference?
Mother, oh mother misery, come; take us home.

(chorus x2)

Goodbye my world, it was nice to be here.
(bridge fading out to chorus)
[These lyrics are the child of a very opinionated, very sarcastic teen who faces inner challenges with his country daily A.K.A. Me.]