Staring Out My Window

Staring Out My Window

Staring out my window
There are alotta things I see
Sometimes I see you
Staring up at me
And I'd call you to my room
But you can't hear me through the glass
I should open up the window
But I don't know how - I haven't asked
Staring out my window
Life often gets lonely
I feel I know everyone
But no one knows me

Staring out my window

Staring out my window
Staring at the sky
I often get lost
I don't know why
A boy walks by
He's only a child
I breathe myself a sigh
'Cause he's so free and wild
Staring out my window
Life is but a room
Staring out my window
I'll climb out of it soon

Staring out my window

Mind Machine

Thoughts designed to redesign your mind
And leave the ones behind that ought to be
Words said to be fed to the dead and read
By those disgusted and who ought to be
Reenhance your chance to see what
You can see and all that can be
Existence does not crucify the right
To go beyond your normality

Create a space and let it flow
Naturally as it ought to be
Relate to what you create and let only
Thought out fate lead you to eternity
Build upon buildings but never stop at any
Point of extremity
In any correction of doubt you must seek out
A sign of breathing negativity

Throw a feast and feed the beast but only
follow humanity
Any sign of other life conquer it and
grind it through your mind machine 
Gain all the pain and all you see
But never rest in luxury
Learn to feel and feel to know to
analyze sparingly

Be the best but never give into the sin
of heartless fantasy
Don't let go of your past thats passed but
form it into your all knowing reality
Never feel whats real is overpowered,
Only growing as it ought to be
Never let myth kiss the reality that
Everything is nothing... 

Miss Virginia Lees Good Day

The mother of the father of Miss Virginia Lee 
Said Her son might be a wimp, but a wealthy wimp was he 
And this greatly impressed the greatly dressed Mrs. Lee 
Who said My daughter is Virginia, for a Virginia is she 
And Miss Virginia Lee never got her mothers words 
And she often wondered what was different about the other birds 

Miss Confusion, Miss Illusion, and Mr. Big resided there 
As haze, drugs, and sex in her head under her hair 
These subjects always made Virginia maddeningly stare 
At the clock on the wall whos arms wouldn't dare 
To lie to Sweet Virginia, that was the time for sure 
Because little miss Virginia's mind was very pretty pure 

Now Mr. Truth is running, sweating, breathing down the street 
With the paper in his hand and in his other hand a treat 
He's hurrying because there's someone who he's got to meet 
Until Mrs. Truth touches him and says "Hold Ya Feet" 
You're not gonna make it, running so hard and long 
For by the time you reach her mind your own truth will be gone 

Miss Virginia's parents were outside in the hall 
Talking to a therapist who frankly was appalled 
WHY THE FUCK IS SHE SO WEIRD? he asked as it bounced off the wall 
Into her parents ears, as if they were on call 
She'll never be exposed, they said in their dusty voices 
She'll never know how great it is in life to make wrong choices 

Miss Virginia Lee is waiting for her mind to blow 
She's waiting to discover everything she doesn't know 
Salvador says "I guess theres 16 more hours to go" 
So she sits and waits and concentrates on what she soon shall know 
And suddenly it hits her, theres always something wrong 
Theres always something in her mind thats not going on 

And slowly Truth is laughing and poking at his wife 
Saying "Look at Miss Virginia, shes now filling up with life! 
Hopefully she gains it all before truths cut with a knife 
Her conscience is now flowing like the River of Falpife!" 
"What river is that?" asks his wife, Brown Buttercup 
"I really do not know my dear, you see, I made it up" 

And Virginia is now realizing that impressions themselves are made 
And everything is natural, including getting laid 
And haze is just illusion and really everything is one 
And even if she wants them to, drugs, Lord, can be fun 
And Mr. Allen actually did fuck that blue goat 
And Mrs. Ashley really is a white man in a black coat 

And Mrs. Virginia Lee is angry as a dog 
"Goddamn my little girl, now her mind has cleared the smog" 
Her husband looked up wimpy as he sat there on a log 
As Miss Virginia was smiling, and blowing up her blog 
That day was really real and truthfully was Heaven sent 
And thanks to Truth, Miss Virginia now knows what her mom meant