the silver nails impales and rails your brain strikes through the skull as it fails your dying remains the bones are sticking up up thru the mud and you just wanna get out but your eyes are covered in blood it doesn't seem like the end is here but when it comes I'll sure to be running running in fear I'll sure to be running in fear when the silver nails impalesit rips your guts out you wanna get away but it pulls you down and you just have to say come with me I'm going to a pretty place where the flowers grow and I can see your face I can almost see it now and I know and I know and I know she promised herself that's what was coming she needed to go but had no way of running His fingers wanted all of my memories but I didn't want to give him my mother, my father or all the trees that I've seen and thought about for oh so long They're precious only to me, this all wrong And I had to run but I couldn't run cuz my feet wouldn't move And I had to think of a way out, but I couldn't think, cuz my brain was confused And all I could see was blood dripping from my brow And I was certain i would make it, but I wasn't certain how And my hand reached out for fire, and my mind reached for something that wasn't there and my finger kicked and my legs swam but nothing around me seemed to care I wasn't even sure I was even moving, but at least I thought I was doing okay but then he struck me with silver nail and then he impaled my brain striking though skull as it failed my dying remains and my bones poked through my elbows and my open veins searched for light and tightly pulled skin was starting to crack not even light bulbs now seemed bright and my insides were my outsides and my outsides were all over the place on floor and on his face and several vital slice of my me could be crushed beneath your feet and my blood was coming right up to my knees and i was starting to think i must have some horrible disease he just wanted to see what the silvers nails could do When the silver nail impales, you'll see when it's thru My blood and brain, splattered the ceiling and I was left with nothing not even a feeling the bones and the skin the blood and the eyes the ribs and lips the drips and the flies fester inside she just wants to die

It seemed like a good idea at the time But after running over it again and again in my mind I'm starting to think I really could have done more But it's always too late and it will always end like before

Cantankerous, anxious and swelling Arthur Digby Alexander was telling another story he had told one thousand times about how much fun he could be 10 2 can't you see even in sobriety he wouldn't let his anxiety get to be a problem probably No society has the problem see but these people wouldn't listen they just dismiss him say he's no fun at all won't even drink alcohol But in reality 14 2 Cantankerous, anxious and swelling Arthur Digby Alexander was telling another story he had told one th ousand times about how much fun He wanted to be 10 2 But the story was as always exaggeration and no amount self congratulation will convince anyone your anyone but yourself 8 He lost his tact and subtlety believing it was honesty but it was just a new lie to tell everybody else 8 non-sequitors in conversation interrupting even capitulation Just to tell of another minute victory And again he was 10 Cantankerous, anxious and swelling Arthur Digby Alexander was telling another story he had told one thousand times about how much fun He really is 10

It's just another weakly day won't remember this one no it's already starting to fade thought that you would spend your time a little better and you wouldn't mind if maybe we didn't do that tonight but I guess we will cause we got nothing better to do and time to kill It's just another weakly day nothing of interest more of same If you had any sense you'd have gone long ago If you had any sense then I guess you would know you'd have done something and the days go and the day go by weeks weeks weeks shooting on ahead months months plodding along and then it's years and then your dead oh it's the memories you never thought you'd lose Oh it's all things you wish you could still do it's all the things that you imagine you could feel Cause when it's been a weakly week, dreaming's got appeal

Oh you know money is my little honey but she left me so long ago i just want to be with her the things I would see with her i guess that I will never know The moments spent dreaming always keep things seeming like they will soon be okay But I'm starting to dread that I'll soon be dead And things won't ever have changed Nothing but regrets yeah Nothing makes sense I tripped - and I fell and I'm here I think I've changed forever Not sure it's for the better But is change really something to fear?

Why don't you just say why don't you just say why don't you just say what you are thinking no one is listening no one is listening no one is listening anyways Why don't you just do? Why don't you just do? Why don't you just do? what you wanted No one is watching you No one is watching you No one is watching you They don't care It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard If I could just meet myself There is no reason you should be this way There is nothing but looking forward to what is coming and there is nothing There is nothing but looking forward to what is coming and there is nothing There is nothing but looking forward to what is coming and there is nothing There is nothing but looking forward to what is coming and there is nothing It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard It's so hard to see outside, it's so hard, it's so hard Why don't you just say why don't you just say why don't you just say what you are thinking No one likes you No one likes you No one likes you anyways I'm not really sure I'm not really sure I'm not really sure this is Conversation But it sure is fun But it sure is fun But it sure is fun It's almost like having one

oh oh oh thumbelina come on girl you tell a me a what is what what is the answer tell me tell eme I must understand ya oh oh oh thumbelina talk to me Oh I really need ya quickly quickly you must answer so I can too and I can go much faster Yes, thumbelina why don't you just let me talk I'm much much quicker You won't believe all that I can tell ya Shouldn't either But girl, I'm your fella All my dreams and mild fascinations Please be quiet we're having conversations oh ohoh thumbelina

What was there to know? Growing in a crack Nothing up above but There's no looking back Squeeze between the tombs you'll have to use your back 'Cause there's no one looking out for you Growing in a crack