You push the button and we'll do the rest There are things that I just cannot explain to you And those that I hope I don't ever have to The exotic sound of data storage Nothing like it First thing in the morning Bastard latin That's the best thing for it

With hands held high Into a sky so blue The ocean opens up To swallow you. Stuttering and mumbling For nightly news to replay And the rest of the world Watching at the end of the day Like what did he say?

If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it If the world gets you down, don't be afraid to wrestle it You have your whole life ahead of you Come make a mess of it Who are you to question it And I can see straight into your soul Feeling oh

In a restless world like this is Love is ended before it's begun And too many moonlight kisses Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun When I give my heart It will be completely Or I'll never give And the moment I can feel that

The beautiful lull, The dangerous tug We get to feel small From high up above And after a glimpse Over the top The rest of the world Becomes a gift shop The pendulum swings

Behold this Proud Crestfallen Parade Dead Bodies towered up like this dividing Rampart The Hopes of yesterday forgotten and interred Burnt to the Ground Lacerate my Neverland belauded My Otherworld elapsed My silver Lining Another false Dawn collapsed

Play the game Everybody play the game of love All you have to do is fall in love It's a free free world Open up your mind and let me step inside Rest your weary head and let your heart decide It's so easy when you know the rules It's so easy all you have

Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full

You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue

There's a storm in the heartland She's leavin' me just like a restless wind And I can see my world is comin' to an end Like the sounds of thunder empty words ring out again The leaves on the tree are turnin' inside out From the Great White North there's