To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.


I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.


My life has always lived in hallways
I live for the dawn and the dusk


I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!


Strange evolution
How people have come to believe
That we are it's greatest achievement
We're barely,
We're just a collection of cells
Overrating themselves
Hello God I'm avoiding the truth


If you never say your name out loud to anyone
They can never ever call you by it


I'm not a miracle
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere


I'm half alive, but I feel mostly dead