We all have someone that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.

Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees

green plants they've got mad life they're sentient
they're beautiful as you and they like to dance

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.

Every day, my mind is all around you.

Let it go, this too shall pass.

Just own the night like the Fourth of July

We don't want zombies on the lawn.

People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold