Watching city lights transform into my dreams come true Ethereal deception time now passes through Trashed, ripped and torn I find myself in scattered ruin strung out and naked and arms reach from ancestors door The pull has led me here the mirrors edge my abolition The voices ringing in my mind They aim the cause confusion Should I take the plunge And end it all in a rash decision I can't decide Too late it seems you've already fucking fallen When did the ground (slip from underneath me) When did the ground (slip from underneath my feet) The rushing sound (is this catalyst complete) When did the ground No I don't think my life's so terrible And no I don't want to take it all away But when the ground has slipped away from my feet Well I, guess there's nothing left I can do or say And No I don't think my life's so terrible And no I don't want to take it all away But when the ground has slipped away from my feet Well I, guess there's nothing left I can do or say To get out of this place When did the ground (slip from underneath me) When did the ground (slip from underneath my feet) The rushing sound (is this catalyst complete) When did the ground And then I see the back of my head My heart sinks but my heart is not within me And then I see the back of my head My heart sinks, When did the ground slip out from under my feet? Hit the ground (When did my life slip out from under me?) Hit the ground (When did the ground slip out from under my feet?) Hit the ground (And I see the back of my head - When did I) Hit the ground

You Don't know Me So Well: I could be a serial killer Not a pillar of societies plight Just a Brainstpiller I could have killed the President back in '63 Then kill Lee Harvey Oswald so he wouldn't finger me I can believe six impossible things before breakfast Not even with help of my friend Opium I could have skeletons in my basement The two posed on the right I call "Lovers Lament" You don't know me so well You don't know me so well You don't know me so well You don't know me so well Enter The Basement: Well, If I were to guess that two wrongs make a right Well, my logic is full of shit. If my goal was to live like a tyrannical lord Well, I could deal with it But a basement apartment is good enough For me to feel like a king If the world wants turn me over and force it I'll just have to say "Fuck it" If it still hurts you're still alive If it still hurts you're still alive If it still hurts you're still alive If it still hurts you're still alive If it still hurts you're still alive If it still hurts you're still alive If it still hurts you're still alive If it still hurts you're still alive