You Never thought that I'd see you again Yet you're here right where I found you in this bar on 4th and 6th Strange How still the world stands As we all grow within it, grasping back at time's great hands There's something you said That as I've grown grows more and more sage "This city is too small And it only gets smaller with age" When I was 5 My best friend and I Would gaze out the window at night And the vast cityscapes in the light of the moon Made us feel that much more small Paid no mind to the stars Saw but meager, bright balls When compared to a house a whole 40 feet tall It's immeasurable height in the night's dying light Made us feel that much more small But now that I'm grown I know all the people who live there So this city feels small And I know it'll only feel smaller Do memories fade into lucid dreams Or have I spent my life asleep? 'Cause as I stare at you and you stare back at me Inexplicably, I feel okay But somewhere in dreams I'm a ghost on a string Silent as you stare through me But right now I'm a wax figure Trembling in place And I can't run away 'Cause I can't face the rain

(The world) Fixates on modern hieroglyphics With a meaning so specific That they'll never mean a single thing to me And I know this is insufficient For this world that we all live in But I'd rather sit at home and twist my knees When I was born The doctor almost made me circle back 'Cause I had no brains for math And when I was born I couldn't tell a 7 from a 4 So I went out the back door and planted roots Build me up or break me down and I'll probably feel the same about it 'Cause I never fucking learned how to count Say the words and I'll spit 'em back 'Cause I never had much brains for math Yeah I never fucking learned how to count The concerning part is That I'm perfectly content To die just where I stand And I'd love to fucking care about my life or where it ends But if I never mattered, Then why would it matter? And I never fucking learned how to count So we're sentenced to horrid lives That we'll live out poor or turn to crime And when we die, we'll die parallel nothings But we don't wanna live our lives Predicated on the fact we never learned our fives But otherwise we'll all die just like he did (I mean good soldiers follow orders, am I right?) I never fucking learned how to count Yeah no, I never fucking learned how to count And I never fucking learned how to count Yeah we never learned how to count Those words homonyms But they might not be homonyms 'Cause if you never learned how to count Then you'll never really matter anyway

Why don't I care enough to care When I'm six feet under and running out of air Mindlessly staring down this bell As I descend closer to Hell And I can hear them eulogizing just above "Our Parker Percival, in death you are still loved." I think for them how much this hurts: Not much Planned my funeral at a lunch But regardless, in death, nothing counts (Ya know ya know ya know 'cause we're all equal at death) Forgive me if my thoughts here are a little grave But ultimately what's at stake If I fade? 'Cause I felt nothing, I meant nothing, falling into nothing So if I can be saved Tell me, what's at stake If my eyelids cave? Certainty is scarcer than even gold So why run away from the one thing that we know? For but a fleeting final moment Fear takes hold of her opponent Suffocates my feeble, stoic mind If I know that life's only certainty is death Then that logic should triumph and lay me to rest But as time slips away from me, bowing his head I am left with the strangling question of if I was ready And was I abandoned Or did I deserve this sudden end? (But that wouldn't even matter because) All gods will let you down sometimes All gods will let you down sometimes Time My darling Time, could you just hold me In this moment for a little while I need more time A quiet moment in this coffin To find meaning in your grand design Please tell me, Time, Did a god create you or did Man just lie to make himself feel fine That all things die And all things die, But if there is a god, then did I waste my Time and will I be alright But if you spend your life preparing for your death Then when you reach your final ending, you'll have nothing left (But ultimately, I'll be fine, because I understand that um-) I'm nothing, I'll be nothing more So as Death comes a-knockin' at my coffin door I'll outstretch a friendly hand to Death and let him know "Shaaaa" I'm nothing, I'll be nothing more So as Death comes a-knockin' at my coffin door I'll oustretch a friendly hand to Death and let him know "You're at least six minutes and fifty-seven seconds late, man." But honestly, I'm quite concerned That I'm so concerningly unconcerned As breath escapes my dying lungs But it honestly doesn't change that much because I felt nothing and I'll feel nothing more As Time strips away my corporeal form And I descend into the arms of Death, I'll let him know Nothing, 'cause I am out of breath I'm nothing, I'll be nothing more So when Death comes a-knockin' at my coffin door I'll tell him that he counts as much as I do (Which is none, by the way) I'm nothing I'll be nothing more So when Death comes a-knockin' at my coffin door I'll tell him that he counts as much as I do A bright beam of light from above me Reaches its hand down to touch me And just in time, I'm saved by those who care Confused why I was singing Why my bell wasn't ringing As air was depleting Why I'd lie and waste my precious breath All we are is precious breath All we are is precious breath All we are is precious breath So don't waste your precious breath I won't be afraid when I run out of time But having now stared my own death in the eyes I can say It's enough just to be alive

Well the first ten days, I felt like I was spinning out of time Brooding in this bumbling immaturity But now with bright eyes I'll make a difference for my colony And live out my sweet capitalist dreams Now that I'm grown I could do anything Untethered from What's expected of me I'm just a bug And I'm happy to be But somewhere in dreams I could be anything I'll build a house and drive a car Live out my life in a cartoon Making friends with anthropomorphic raccoons Who will protect me from everything that is new The possibilities feel endless once outside of my cocoon I could defy melittology and buzz some weary tunes With my new legs I might be good at standup come-bee (badum tss) But if I'm nothing more than what I was born to be Then I'm happy making honey Oh, did you hear that? He wants to drive a car And Evan's Great Limos for Animals and Insects has been looking for new drivers Ever since the accident Poooooooor Tony This bee will be our new chauffeur You think that I can be More than even my dreams A chauffeur bumble bee But Evan, what we are Is what we're expected to be And a bee can't drive (According to all known laws of transportation, there is no way that a bee should be able to drive. Its limbs are too small and brittle to properly operate the necessary controls.) No a bee can't drive (And relatively unsurprisingly, this rule holds up. A bee CAN'T drive. No matter how hard you push it or yell at it, its limbs will not change in size nor dexterity. So to expect this of a bee is to hurt the bee's self esteem by giving it an unrealistic standard that it cannot live up to no matter how bad it wants to. This PSA against Evan's Great Animals and Insects has been brought to you by the Waterbags Company.) If I'm alive then why can't I just be And live just to live, not to feed a false dream? If I'm alive then why can't I just be And live just to live, not to feed a false dream? If I'm alive then why can't I just be (I never wanted to be more than a bee) And live just to live, not to feed a false dream? (I never wanted to be more than a bee) If I'm alive then why can't I just be And if I'm a ghost, then why don't you believe? Yeah, if I'm alive, then why can't I just be? And why can't that be what you expect from me?

I've seen worlds crumble down Gods slip away beneath the sound Of screams as the sky caves in And flames gnaw at their charring skin As everything comes crashing down tonight I long As gorgeous grescales grace the dying sky I want To cry as time shifts his hands And seven clicks in where six now stands To feel and to mourn as I watch All that you know begin to fall Like recollections of a future that I've not witnessed I see your screaming faces as the world is reduced to mist And I have the one thing I want: One single tear Untethered from time Slowly slipping through eternal night Untethered from you Proof that this old fool knows how to feel One single tear (When Silas has control) Untethered from time (He will break the mold) Slowly slipping through eternal night (And the world will be retold) Untethered from you (From symbiotic dark) Proof that this old fool knows how to feel (He will mold his start, we've already played our part)

Well at the unripe age of seventeen I build a chair on TV And the world cried out in impetuous glee as if a God had graced their screen (And one did) Told the producer, Ben, to sit To prove my proficiency with a wrench And as he plopped down hard, my chair stood tall, and my life in fame was sinched So I'll be fine If the world would like to burn and die There's no need to cry 'Cause your pal, me, will survive Yes, I'll be fine Exploit this plot armor I've been assigned If the end is nigh I'll live on in minds Hopefully mine included And as the cameras cut to bla- ck The chair collapsed in a cacophonous crack But it had already sold So the world would never know Ben suffered Debilitating injuries from the fall For the chair was nearly seventy-two feet tall So when he returned with his lawyer Fame afforded me the final call Ben redefined With a name of my design I said, "I'll be fine, And you'll be Brian, It's about time For Brian's mind to be shaken like a tambourine And before you contest my rhyme, Know that whatever I say is right, pronunciation included" (I'll be fine if God doth kill us) (I'll be fine if God doth kill us) (I'll be fine if God doth kill us) (I'll be fine if God doth kill us) So if the reaper comes to get me I will see him eye to eye "From one God to another, I'll be fine When this world dies" So forgive me if I sleep alright Tonight So I'll be fine And I'm not just deflecting fright Yeah, I'll be fine If we die tonight I've lived my life So if that odd stone man is right Then I'll be fine Even if I die Yeah, I'll be fine In a grave of my design Yeah, I'll be fine I'm sure that I'll survive Please, I'll be fine When bodies litter gutters, I'll make so much fucking money off of coffins, you have no idea. It's just- it's just one more kind of bed to add to the catalog, ya know like I'll be fine And I will fade out in real life I'll be fine Ya know the trick is, just walk slowly backwards through a door when no one's looking. I guarantee you they won't notice, it's hilarious. It's so insane...

I've heard it before Many miles from the shore A song as old as time Waxing poetic plight in its waning moonlight This bygone Cries out from beyond An apocalypse song Hung like a warning sign Off of stars in celestial, ruby-red light What it says: The door to the ocean Has been closed by the sky And I'm trapped on the other side I watched myself crumble And reality die So why do I feel fine? Eternity is lost On the eternal eyes Its grandeur nullified By the notion of having to watch it go by In the end If one ever comes Will our death be our sum Or will we redefine As the voice of eternity's apathy Mindless in song In cycles of horror Tragedy grows mundane Time trivializes pain But am I still human If as I watch Time's game I'm stuck feeling just okay A kinship in apathy Forged by a song Cried out by some dead, whimpering god If all life is crumbling As time tumbles on Then why can't we feel more alarmed? But somewhere in dreams I'm a god on his knees Begging forgiveness for all I've seen For if it's I who makes the world Why am I numb to the hurt? The door to the ocean Has been closed by the sky So why do I feel fine? A life of indifference I find hard to call life I would rather die Than feel fine So tell me why That feels alright

Fuck I've sunken into This forest floor and now the trees grow right through me So I'm stuck In wet dirt slumber Hoping lumberjacks won't cut off all my knees (Yes, there are more than two of them) (It's weird but there's like- there's a lot of trees) I can't stop their blades So I'll walk home once I've regrown And I mean hey (hey) Small price to pay (Small price to pay) For the world to burn its books and write its flames And what (What) (What) The hell would we do Without arbitrarily valued colored paper to give power to old white dudes And I can't change their minds So it's just one more year of growth (One more year I know) It might take some time but I Promise I'll be home And when I do I'll be a big old boy with trees for limbs In a world designed by ILM I'll be thirty-thousand feet closer to the sun And I might burn up like Icarus But I'll still be the biggest kid I've got thirty-thousand feet to spare, so what's losing one We might need a bigger house So we'll start a life amongst the clouds And I promise you I'm never coming down I know it's been ten years But it's just one more year I'll be home Before you know I'll slip right through the snow Yeah, I'll be home Once I've regrown

So This is how it will end Two years of torment built up to an unexplained absence I Thought that would serve me well But now that you're not here, I feel the wrong thoughts swell This pains me to say But I may watch too many movies 'Cause this city is too large To think that I'll see you again A misguided anger dissolves into pain As lucid dreams melt with the rain And all I once knew of myself feels far away But like them I've regrown, and I've found my way home But I still don't know my real name So I'll retreat to my angry songs And finally voice just what I want But the roadblock still stands That I just can't find a more abrasive word for "hug" It's been far too long I fear that I've forgotten how to So I might not let go I've probably forgotten how to Yeah no I can't let go And I fear that I never learned how to But this city is too large So I'll never see them again When I realized that you weren't there What I found was friends cared And now I don't feel quite so alone So if I'm a wax figure melting in rain Then that might be okay 'Cause my steel frame Can find a new start I won't go out with a bang Like my experience suggests I should I will just slip away So if you see me leaving Please just let me go Or let me die And I'll see you all in dreams or afterlives 'Cause I'd rather go Silent, holding onto hope As I fall asleep tonight That they know, no that you know That I'll be home When I find you there