Bodies lay rotting in this wasteland.
A dead man's glory can no longer be seen...

So that butterfly flew away,
Flew to a place that wasn't torn by grief...

Not every girl I've been with has seen me as a...
And that's best...

Tormented by these feelings personified by a...
Haunting my every being making its way into my...

Laying down watching vapor amoebas transform into...
Tranquil and still as I get my fill of those...

Picked them out one by one.
Each one was special...

I had never seen clouds so high in my feeble life.
A life made feeble by the shadow cast by this...

Can we hear it for the Weekday Warrior?
The man with the set uniform...

The death of society: Mainstream Music.
Why be in the limelight, just to abuse it...

I have the world in my hand.
I repeat it...

Then the crows that rest on my...
Not wanting to forget the horror they just...

Because slowly sinking is this sleuth searching...
What lies above the line, and who's standing by...