The lone tree's not so lonely, even the clock's found time to kill

The voices haunt the hallways in crooning apparations

The floorboards sound as if they were sick of being stepped on

The mattress lies a nightmare waiting to happen

And the porch is a nervous wreck because that's where the last tenants left

Never to return, not a nod of concern or regret



Well find time to celebrate, well I found time to grieve

With imaginary friends, imaginary enemies

Born to be let down, screaming out, scream it loud

Well I couldn't be more thankful but I sure as hell ain't proud

I'm sorry to say that I'm not sorry

Well if hatred must be taught, then love is a concept lost

All hail to the nation raised by toys that talk



Well you're starving for attention I'm thirsty for some time alone

You ain't all that clever but you're pretty good at playing dumb

The band wagon carries leeches to the bottom of the pond

Where they conjugate and wait for their free ride to stardom

Please stay seated till the next stop: Mainstream, USA

The leeches find a seat in the front while the sheep pile into the trunk

Well I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leeches they suck

No, I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leeches they suck



You're addicted to destruction, a self-mutilating trend

I'm my own worst enemy, I'm my own best friend

Well I know where I'm going, just not sure where I am

It's hot as hell in here, still my computer's frozen

I'm calm, I'm passive, I'm pretending to be heard

We can wait for the weather to change; you take the wind, I'll take the rain

You read to find an answer, I write to find the way

Yeah, you read to find an answer, I write to find the way



The space between you and me, over land, over sea

I'm just a phone call away, you're impossible to reach

I wish I was gay, you wish you were straight

I can't tell you what to love but ask me what to hate

And I'll tell you a little story in a song without words

You love living your life on the edge; the excitement bores me to death

You're a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get

Yeah, you are a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get



Your lips taste of poison, of moments in motion

Of blood-stained lust and pathetic obsession

I died around? the roots and saved the other leaves

And far realized that everyone's following me

And I'm wandering around aimlessly

I'll try my worst to do my best; my plans to fail were a success

I remind you to remember, you remind me to forget

Yeah, I remind you to remember, you remind me to forget



I live in between the lines next to the blood-red margin

Like a road leading me to some unknown destination

Where it all goes, maybe I'll never know

We were raw growing up, yeah, we're raw getting old

And if you want to see time fly, you better open your eyes

Because the higher you climb, the further you fall

And where we'll end up only time will tell

Well I'd rather be the feather that flew than the stone that once fell

Yeah I'd rather be the feather that flew than the stone that once fell