A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired and unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit, my final bellyache with No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises please Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here) No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here) No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

sacrifice your smarts for your collection of poisonous darts that enter through your bloodstream in a fit of ecstasy starting to feel the static the laughter, the tickles, the shaking feels like a full-blown electric life inside of you wants to be taken and the tears of the day aren't remembered they're just set aside in a jar as you crawl into your weird outfits and drive away in your vintage car "take me away" said the bird on the gate that listened to you when you screamed about the life that you wanted to change but you kept having life-changing scary dreams you're caught in a chemical limbo between dangerous fumes and lust and the wires that tangle around you are tornadoes of technology dust and the fears of the day aren't remembered they're just stowed in the trunk of your car along with old sweaters and garbage and your grandmother's old guitar

we are the people, the people that you think you know when our bodies burn we'll burn in giant fields of snow always against your hypnotic ways of manifesto we'll run away, we'll live our lives without a proper home the faces seem to judge me the way i walk and breathe but we're really all just people with bigger plans up our sleeves and those who fail to realize, the ones who laugh at the free, will begin their own destruction with their self-indulgencies i look at the pain inside of me i tear it out, i rip it up and swallow it with secrecy and save it for an easy day a sacrifice for paradise we'll get rid of the genocide the strength we have the peace we love will get us help from up above but what the hell is up above? a new day is alive, and the one yesterday died but we don't give up the fight, 'cause we're fighting for our lives and the home that we provide is inviting, come inside before they buy all of our time, and all that's left is time to die i look at the pain inside of me i tear it out, i rip it up and hope to see epiphanies floating inside of my cup a sacrifice for paradise we'll get rid of the genocide the strength we have the peace we love will get us help from up above but what the hell is up above? i don't see evidence, my love.

the kids are always driving down town their cigarette smoke makes them look like a cloud they think they're so cool with their sunglasses on blasting the stereo all day long free of responsibility the kids aren't bad, they're just sad and silly they've got too much time on their filthy hands they're the only ones who could understand the freedom of being lost the need for being somewhere else the foolishness of authority the sex, drugs, and honesty we're kids, we don't know what to do with ourselves we're kids, we're always raising hell we're kids, we refuse to act our age we're kids, we're breaking out of our cage the kids are always wishing on stars strumming songs on their old guitars and from the moon comes a melody the summer nights always set them free full of imagination living in a state of constant creation they've got their hearts inside a box a place where only beauty walks the freedom of being lost the inspiration without a cost the foolishness of conformity the sunday church and chastity we're kids, we're always saving ourselves we're kids, we pray not to go to hell we're kids, we act like we're possessed we're kids, and we weren't raised by Jesus we're kids, and we've got insecurities we're kids, we have no certainty we're kids, we're full of insanities we're kids, we're obsessed with vanity. the freedom of being lost the need for being somewhere else the foolishness of authority the sex, drugs, and honesty the kids are always driving downtown their cigarette smoke makes them look like a cloud

i close my eyes, and life's a breeze. i sing with the flowers, and dance with the trees. and as i wrap myself in my fur coat, i send a message to the future, and sail away on a boat. and in the open sea, beneath the valley clouds, are peaceful people, with love all around. they don't see our skin, they see our spirits. we're colorful creatures, we're purple rabbits. our bodies are trapped in the modern world, but where are the souls of us boys and girls? we lose our minds in the sheets of our sleep, dreaming about our time machines. bring me to the to twenties and prohibit our addictions. then let's go to the sixties, and relive the revolution. i open my eyes, and i'm on the streets. a beehive of people, surrounding me. with curled up smiles, and long red hair, they take my hands, and teach me to care. we fight together, with our hearts-- our shields and arrows, our missing parts. and when the colors merge, the day is renewed. i look to the sky, and my rainbow is you. our bodies are trapped in the modern world, but where are the souls of us boys and girls? we lose our minds in the sheets of our sleep, dreaming about our time machines. whatever happened to the sixties? they seemed like so much fun. whatever happened to free love? they blasted it away with a machine gun. i open my eyes and life's a breeze, and i ask myself what happened to the sixties

Kidnap all your failures Turn them into something great Turn them into magic, steer away from your self-hate Rewind and take a step inside This kingdom filled with cyanide You'll be a groom, a lovely bride Whatever keeps you satisfied Stop, think You're such a fool There's more to life than being cool An image speaks a thousand words, But when the ink runs out, it hurts. The sunsets are not enough here, I wanna be living in fear. I wanna wake up with the towers, and take my morning shower, I'm on the front page of the new york times strutting the streets and perfecting my rhymes I'm on the front page of the new york times Wishing you all fulfilling lives I spit out something sour, for the first day in my life. And no one liked what they heard, till they found out that I was right. I'm paper thin with masculinity vomit running from my mouth. A bitter punch when I am touched by something I am deprived of. Hold it out and keep your pace 'cause slow and steady wins the race you're almost done, you're oh-so-close don't burn out now, take one more dose. The sunsets are not enough here, I wanna be living in fear. I wanna wake up with the towers, and take my morning shower, I'm on the front page of the new york times strutting the streets and perfecting my rhymes I'm on the front page of the new york times Wishing you all fulfilling lives We're all desperate to be a moment in time, a flash in the pan is hard to climb. I'm on the front page of the new york times saying goodbye and throwing you dimes The sunsets are not enough here, I wanna be living in fear. I wanna wake up with the towers, and take my morning shower, I'm on the front page of the new york times strutting the streets and perfecting my rhymes I'm on the front page of the new york times Wishing you all fulfilling lives

she finds a way around everything and knows perfectly well what discipline means. she calls herself the calorie queen skips meals, wears heels and carries canteens she says it takes her mind off of everything, so her mind clings onto sympathy. she feels so bad when she steps on the scale; if she's a hair heavier, she feels like a whale. she's a city girl and a cocaine fiend. how else would she fit into those skinny jeans? baby, at the bar you make a scene when you wear those skinny jeans. you can win your friends a round of drinks when you wear those skinny jeans. do you feel pretty walkin' in the city in those skinny jeans? you think you know what true beauty means, you'd do anything for those skinny jeans. she owns a flat above the cityscape, and dances alone in a hopeful craze. and in the midst of this endless haze, she's brought back to her playground days. where the boys and girls would always tease her, and the sugar would always please her. and if only she could see the irony, her lifelong addiction to this white candy. from cake to cocaine, it all tastes the same; she keeps fake happiness running through her brain. baby, at the bar you make a scene when you wear those skinny jeans. you can win your friends a round of drinks when you wear those skinny jeans. do you feel pretty walkin' in the city in those skinny jeans? you think you know what true beauty means, you'd do anything for those skinny jeans one day as she walked down the strip, she took a step and her pants ripped. and just before she lost control, she found a nearby store and stole an old blue pair of stretchy sweats, and slid them over her fishnets. for the first time in months, she finally felt sane, so she took a stroll down memory lane. and she walked into the bakery, smiled and said "one cupcake please." then it came as quickly as a winter breeze, she crashed on the floor onto her knees. and when they brought her in for the autopsy, they made sure she wore her skinny jeans. baby, at the bar you make a scene when you wear those skinny jeans. you can win your friends a round of drinks when you wear those skinny jeans. do you feel pretty walkin' in the city in those skinny jeans? you think you know what true beauty means, you'd do anything for those skinny jeans.

i wake up when i want to and pour myself coffee. i cannot face my family, but it's still not gonna stop me from living away out of fear and in touch with the rest of the world, without any love. but this world is so small and i need to get out i gotta find a new way for me to breathe without doubt. and i check myself before i leave for the day, i take a look in the mirror, make sure i'm okay. but i'm not looking at the clothes or the hair or the glasses, it's the look in my eyes, that's what really surpasses. they say that eyes are the windows to the soul is my heart half empty? does it exist at all? and when the day is done, i don't want to have fun i just retreat to my room with only tears to consume. and when i ask myself what the hell is heaven, i wait for my wish at eleven eleven. Eleven eleven, eleven eleven i'm looking at the dark and i can feel the crime eleven eleven, eleven eleven you're my only hope, don't fail me this time i can't control myself when it comes to the time i start to get jittery around 8 or 9 and though it's hours away, it's still the same day the anticipation of it just kills me cause the game is so long, and the prize is so wrong. it's a dance with the devil, it's a whole new level. so i shut my eyes when it's close to the time, and i hug my clock when the alarm goes off. they say time flies when you're having fun; but my wings are broken, i'm falling into the sun. and when the day is done, i don't want to have fun i just retreat to my room with only tears to consume. and when i ask myself what the hell is heaven, i wait for my wish at eleven eleven. Eleven eleven, eleven eleven i'm looking at the dark and i can feel the crime eleven eleven, eleven eleven you're my only hope, don't fail me this time

i could stand next to someone who is laughing and smile and pretend that they know me i could stand inside a cage with the world watching and nod my head like their critique helps me i may not be perfect but i hope i'm intriguing enough to keep you around, to keep you from leaving. i'm a childish mess even when i'm at my best if you want to forget me, it makes perfect sense but every time i meet someone new it's like a drug the memories fill up my syringes with love and i've learned from the past to not get too attached 'cause it's my life and i want it back they always said i was a tortured soul,and up till now i was invisible. but i look down at my feet and i see where i am standing: i've come a long way, and there's no use in pretending and it may not seem easy but the risks were all worth it; the chances i took will one day prove i deserve it. i'm only a kid but i know life can leave dents, but on a good day, it makes perfect sense. but everytime i meet someone new it's like a drug the memories fill up my syringes with love and i've learned from the past to not get too attached 'cause it's my life and i want it back i can't wait for the moment where this part is over i have to fight for my life so i can be happy when i'm older but for now i'll translate life into song i need to do it all myself or else i'll never learn to be strong i need to fight for my life so i can finally take it on but every time i meet someone new it's like a drug the memories fill up my syringes with love and i've learned from the past to not get too attached 'cause it's my life, and i want it back and sometimes i forget that i am not alone. there's somewhere i belong, a place to call home. and when me and all my loved ones are sitting on the fence, the life i finally choose will make perfect sense.