LUNG PATROL

I was a broken kid. I was a social misfit, lost in his home. With the head of an owl and a heart for a mouth, I learned how to scream. I found my should screaming with the Lung Patrol. We are the fiends addicted to screams. We are in control. We are the young, this is our song. We are the lung patrol. Take me home.

PMSTIK

Play me something that I know. As I curl up with the speakers on the stereo and the sound-waves goodbye. The words, notes, and tone alone keep me warmer than any fire. The needle in the groove and oh how it soothes. These knobs can't go any higher. My insides lined with speaker wire. Play me something that I know. As I curl up with the speakers on the stereo and the sound-waves goodbye. To the outside world I've lost touch. So shut the door and turn the dial up. I mean every word that I'm singing. I never want my ears to stop ringing.

 PARTNERS IN TIME

I'll be the scapegoat. And you'll be the martyr. I'll be the son. And you'll be the daughter.I'd like to be the dirt on your coffin lid. I miss you that much. California sends it's regards speaking for the other states. I brought you flowers that I stole from another grave. I'll be the scapegoat. You'll be the martyr. I'll be the sun reflecting on the water. I'd love to be the dirt on your coffin lid. I miss you so much. There are words that I never had the chance to say and if they found their way to my lips, the ears that would hear aren't your's. So I don't give a shit. No, I don't care one bit. My mouth will stay stuck this way. Like it's been for years. So if the noose fits. Wear it. I always knew that things would be fine. We'd be partners in time. A hangnail moon lights my final thoughts. A rope draped over a branch. Oh, if the noose fits. Wear it. If that coffin's wide. Share it.