Ne Modo

ne modo,
I'm tired of the pain
Sick with the fever
breaking my pores

I want to sleep 20 years
and wake up next to you

I want to be held hostage
by a squirtgun
In a lighted room
cos there t'aint any here
and the darkness is eating away my flesh

save me.
I've tried to break free but i'm bound too deep
the trap i see but i refuse
I will not break free
if it means to cry
cos I know I'll scare you away
but it hurts...
and i'm throwing all away

ne modo...
a phrase i once believed
but it takes more than morphine
to numb all this pain

If I were a hostage,
would you come find me?
battling water bravely
to rescue me from the meals
yes... meals
something I'd eaten years ago

I'm tired of the theft
I don't want a weapon
If that's what it takes to live
I'm hitching a ride with a homocidal skitzophrenic
threatening the pyromaniac with a lit match to the face
and there i shall stay
til you've worked out your problem
it's cutting into me
and i want my blood back

but what do I care?
'It's a Barnium and Bailey World'
only a tainted memory
spun into a dream