The passage of time Can pass us by With no rhythm or rhyme And no red sky She can leave you behind To chase her shade And stress in the heat Of uncounted days But when will three Turn to five When did day Turn to night Oh when did three Turn to five When will day Turn to night Tell me about it When you look in the glass And don't recognise your face Your hair grown so fast Your chin's in second place And your claws grow to talons And your talons to knives And they cut through the surface Of your shallow disguise But when will three Turn to five When did day Turn to night Oh when did three Turn to five When will day Turn to night I try to catch the mould But the mold grows so fast Faster than the hold I have on the mast I try to catch the mould But the mold grows so fast Faster than the hold I have on the past The passage of time Passes me by And I don't know why But I let it go Chasing the sun Will burn out your eyes And you'll die at sea Before the horizon Liquify Slip to the tide Then you'll know why Then you'll be why

Goodnight Though it's two in the evening Just, goodnight I'll see you in the morning I can't stand to look at your face for much longer Goodnight Though it's one in the evening Just, goodnight I'll be in my room mourning I can't stand by what you've become or what you're doing You've got two sets of teeth that don't match You can't eat without them knocking about And biting your cheeks and making chalkboard screeches Oh your mouth is double tongued Two snakes struggling for power Half a throat ain't enough for speech So both just get louder Oh you'd be lucky if it reached the other ear Oh your eyes swivel separately No knowing what the other sees And if I could I don't think I would Look in either shade of green Your limbs can't communicate Legs walking at different gaits You can't decide on where to go So go nowhere at all So tell me was this intentional Is this what the church had in mind When the rolled pious lovers Into crumbling theatres And condemned then to eternity conjoined Or at least until one of them dies But what sort of message Does it send to the kids When the kitchen Is the last place they'd eat What sort of message Does it send to the kids When they wouldn't be caught dead In the living room Oh this house is a graveyard My headrest a tombstone And each night I sink further into my mattress Oh I can't decide if I'm dying Or just getting tired of being alive You'd be hard pressed to find the difference Oh these hard floors draw life from me When I touch bare feet to them The only place I can survive is carpet on the other side But the hallway is trafficked by expressionless eyes Whose stares sap the strength from me And feet tread dirt in on my prize So tell me was this intentional Is this what the church had in mind When they lay you on a table Split you from chin to navel And rearranged your organs while the world looked on Just cause it's public doesn't make it any less wrong But what sort of message Does it send to the kids When the kitchen Is the last place they'd eat What sort of message Does it send to the kids When they wouldn't be caught dead In the living room What sort of message Does it send to the kids When their example of love Is too grotesque to repeat What sort of message Does it send to the kids When they wouldn't be caught dead In their parent's shoes Oh this house is built on shifting plates It doesn't want to stay in place You fill its cracks up with mortar But it just screams for more and more They say home is where the heart is But it's more of a digestive tract Chewing us up And shitting us out Oh I was under the impression That we couldn't communicate But there so much to be said In a stare In a silence In an exit What sort of message are you trying to send Still tryna figure that one out And I guess I'll be waiting a while

Honey I've been searching For what makes me happy But it's not working Baby I've been hoping For some simple purpose But it's not worth it I spend my days Dreaming of who I could become And I spend my nights in fear of the same thing My childhood dreams Were something to cling to Something to hold on to And no I can't take them seriously I'm gonna live in the forest And befriend all the birds Oh and they will bring me berries so I won't ever starve Or I'll move out to the desert And dig up ancient treasures Return them to the locals who'll wrongly call be professor This is what I want now This is what I need This is what a boy of twelve needs to believe This is what I want now This is what I need This is what a boy of fourteen needs to believe Is this what I want now Is this what I need Is this what a boy of sixteen needs to believe Is this what I want now Is this what I need Is this what a boy of...eighteen Youths no excuse For a boy your age No Youth's no excuse For a boy your age No Youth's no excuse for a boy my age I've been playing ten years Shouldn't I be better by now Shouldn't I be faster by now No Youth's no excuse for a boy my age I've been playing ten years Shouldn't I be better by now Shouldn't I be settled now No Youth's no excuse But it was an escape When I had the privilege to be young Oh but I could never go back without destroying who I've become Oh or view the theme park Through the eyes of an adult See the face beneath the paint See the chain before the boat And I don't think that's something with which I could cope So maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle in a world where to settle is to lie So maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle in a world where to settle is to forget So maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle in a world where to settle is to be forgotten So maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle down Maybe I'll settle in a world where to settle is to die Maybe I'll get outta bed Maybe I'll put on my nice clothes Maybe I'll prove to the people who believed in me That their trust wasn't misplaced Maybe I'll step outside Maybe I'll get some exercise Maybe I'll do the right thing cause I want to And not because I was told

I hear your footsteps My shoulders tense The hallway thunders The floorboards rend I smell work on you I hope you do not smell me My retreat threatened By the questions you deal Oh what've I done To make myself sweat Nothing that Deserves a shower Oh what've I done To make myself sweat Nothing that Concerns you father I would not hate you If I were not you These photos are mocking me Picture perfect prophecies Were bound by blood But how much blood can one man need In me flows disease Oh what've I done To earn your love Nothing that Makes me want it Oh what've I done To earn your love Nothing that Makes me deserve it These scenes are old This script is tired These lines are bold Their writers liars Your grift is ancient But your grip is iron Oh what've we done To earn this love Nothing that Makes us want it Oh what've we done To earn this love Nothing that Makes us deserve it Set me free from fate hereditary