Silence Hears None

Does anyone listen?
Do they hear?
Do they know the cries of my voice as I scream in the night?
Does anyone understand?
Do they comprehend?
Do they know when death creeps in, and steals their last breath?

Stumbling upon the rocks.
Beaten by the storm.
She lies in wait.
Waiting for her prey.
Here comes the plunge.
Blackhole bliss: release the dead.

Do the gods above listen?
Do the angels hear?
Do the demons below slaver blood from their mouths as I fall?
Does Christ condem?
Does the Devil grant mercy?
Do they know when death creeps in, and steals my last breath?

Stumbling upon the rocks.
Beaten by the storm.
I pray on torn knee.
Waiting for the light.
Here comes the night.
Blackhole bliss: release the dead.

Will you listen?
Will you hear?
Will you come to the aid of one who aids none?
Will you understand?
Will you comprehend?
Will you know when death creeps in, and steals your last breath?

Will you know?


"Where'd you go psycho boy?"
"...I felt like destroying something beautiful."

Its swimming in my mind and I cannot seem to surface...

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world
Mad World - Gary Jules

Loneliness on a Crowded Street

Strawberry Swing...

There's a rhythm, but no rhyme.
A motion but the ocean dried in moonlit time.
Breath, but the man doesn't breathe.
No more sleep, there's no need.
A rhythm but no rhyme.

There's wine red blood, but no beat.
A summer's breeze dances in winter's heat.
A drunkard and his lady Gin.
Tears held back, placid strength.
Wine red blood, but no beat.

There's a rhythm, but no rhyme.
The water and the pump, but the hand is missing time.
Laughter, but the man doesn't smile.
No more sleep, leave for awhile.
A rhythm but no rhyme.

Strawberry Swing...