Stranger things happen to a boy like me. Clearing out my senses for reality. . It seems everyone I meet sees through me. They're always trying to pursue me.
Three o'clock in the morning. Voice inside my head. I'm wide awake, I should be sleeping. Voice alive or dead. . Someone screamin' out a warning. Should I heed the call?.
Passing through Shanghai. Looking down. On my way to Bombay. Looking down. . I was in search for something. Looking down. A little out of the ordinary.
Transmission:. . Houston, we've got a problem here!.... . Stuck up here in outer space with a bubble around my face. Would have stayed if I only knew before too long my skin turns blue....
Given all that I have, in the palm of my hand. Possessions cannot fill the need I see before me, it's up to me. I saw a little boy with blisters on his feet.
My mind is like a video of memories. But I don't know if I'm crazy. In the classroom I would pray. I wouldn't have to read that day, I was lazy. . People thought but didn't say.
This is just a hypothetical story. Of someone, let's just say it's me. I'd gain acceptance for my murderous ways. By stalking a defenseless prey. . If I were a killer.
A cloak of mystery, a beating heart. He prays for sympathy, they do their part. . Can't you see it's not amusing anymore. We're not amused by all the blood upon your floor.
Teardrops of sorrow beating down upon my chest. from never knowing the true meaning of success. genius and a rebel are the ways that you're perceived.
These are the life and times of the infamous Mrs. Leslie. Widow of a nasty man who left her a life of plenty. Dining on the lawn outside her majesty's garden window.