When your young
you can have endless fun...

Theres something farting in the tree,
wat could it be...

Sitting nea the black hole,
spinning outta control...

Glowing inside hid chest,
right under his left breast...

From the sky
you can see the angels cry...

When the cold winter meets spring
the little pixes and fairies come out and sing...

Walking slowly home in the midnight sun,
walking along the river of blood run...

L lay in the reeds,
just to bleed...

Crying in the rain,
dying in the pain...

Running in the rain
running from the pain...

With a heart
love is suppossed to be art...

Alone in the rain,
alone in the pain...