Let\'s play a game:
hopscotch around landmines...

Her smile was a tear
in the fabric of herself...

Like a dangerous lover, the chemical takes it's...
too cut up, the substance - or lover, if you will...

This is one of my many masks,
me staring through the broken glass...

Seemingly determined to
assimilate eternity...

I slept through it and then i never met you, but...
without your body...

And the silence perfumes madness
With a drifting scent; the words...

These skies are too narrow,.. to show our...
this water is too shallow.. to hold our reflection...

And drugs are the only thing to eat for breakfast.
lately i can only respect my addiction, the lies...

I watch trees from my woods,
black bark against a cyan sky...

As you make yourself up
and slip into your...

And what a world
it breeds, it needs...