Despite appearances
We’re really living
On the edge of survival
                                   _{I am your conscience, baby}

So let’s kill some time
And have a WAR of our own
One we can pretend
                ^{(is like playing chess)}

We set up our toy soldiers
Line ‘em up all across the floor
And with such dramatic flare
                                              They’ll all fall  d
                                                                 o
                                                                 w
                                                                 n
                                                                         in flames

                                                                  _{Some of us will learn
                                                          What none of us should know}

Deep inside our own minds
                                     _{I am your conscience, baby}
The fringes is where we thrive
We love to divulge in the void
That we call mind, body, and soul
                                                  _{I am your conscience, baby}

I recognize this guy’s way of thinking

                          so I’ve lived in my                                                   /////blind spot/////
                                                    thought myself usual when I’m not

FUCK WHAT THEY SAY - what do you have to prove?



                                                                 _{Smoke will fill this room
                                                           There’ll be nothing left to show}

            My kingdom for a heart

We all F          a          _{d          e}
Like COLORS dissolve
Into pure                                               WHITE
                                                                                                      A new slate
                                                                                           A chance to start over
We all F          a          _{d          e}
Like chalk lines
Only to be washed away
                                                                                                When our time is up
- would we call it life
                             _{(or death or fate)}
                                                                   [ ? ]

            My kingdom for a cigarette

Living is like drawing
-without an eraser-

            “My kingdom for a horse.”
                                              _{(of course Shakespeare always said it better)}

There is a path…
                             -from ^me to _you-
that I am constantly looking for

L      O      V      E      I      S      T      H     E      R      E      L      I      G      I      O      N      I      N      M      E

When all is said
You are the words
When I’ve nothing left to say

                     <sub>…when all is said and done…

                                                                  Hold on to the ones you love
                                                             There will be time to show enough</sub>





^{There was a} curve <sub>approaching



                                                                             She gave no indications of slowing</sub>