Potatoes

Sir, I think this potato needs a second opinion.

-Why?

I wish I could explain.

IN YOUR HEAD

In your head

In your head
In your head
In your head

You should have died from being so stupid.

Robots and Vampires

We might not have a soul
We do have our imagination
However, society our control
Reality the confrontation

Is it okay to jump around
Can we just have plain fun
Pretend a stain is a wound
And run run dodge the sun

Just lies, tales, when they say
Bribe with make-up or with pearls
Another brainwash every day
"Time to grow up, little girls"

BLOODWAVE

The sound of the world crashing down.

I didn't know them
I never met them
But knew who they were

Should I have told them
Reality is not a place for the dead?

Yo Ho Ho

and a bottle of rum

Da Capo al Fine

Con Sordino, Mezzo Piano, Adiago
Angel's wings are made of sorrow
For Comodo I am, Deciso

Their eyes are grand, Grandioso
As they watch me fly, Ritardando
(For a second or two)