الأغاني:
In Fiction

of too much livin', i'm waitin' for the day i wanna live it wanna live it with a kiss. one hundxed planes with bombs, couldn't turn your headlights on, no fiction

I'm sorry about the sun How could I know that you would burn? And I'm sorry about the moon How could I know that you'd disapprove And I'll never make

Mother, father Look at your little monster I'm a hero, I'm a zero I'm the butt of the worst joke in history I'm a lock without a key A city with no door

Individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass Individuals hide in fear

If I'm a monster I am a willing one This roller coaster ride is an enticing one On the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike Through disorder, carrying

Cockroach naps, rattling traps How many devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Every time you shake someone's hand And it feels like your best friend Could it be that it's only superficiality? Without regard to well being without

I'm a rabbit in your headlights Scared of the spotlight You don't come to visit I'm stuck in this bed Thin rubber gloves She laughs when she's cryin'

Korah Matah Korah Rahtahmah Korah Rahtamah Yoodhah Korah Korah Syahdho Rahtahmah Daanyah Korah Keelah Daanyah Nyohah Keelah Korah Rahtahmah Syadho