JC and Phoebe- Walk out of the basement Haven’t seen your face yet Never see the sunrise anymore Counting many sheep as I choke in my sleep And cough up a tumor Let me sleep Let me sleep Patrick- I hate the sound of my pulse in my ears I love the idea of my hollow veins The human condition is terminal Jacob- The night’s arms never really let go for me Or maybe it’s me that keeps hold Its fingers fit between mine perfectly While you move to the city of angels I’ll sleep in the city of owls Patrick- Death is guaranteed Satisfactions is guaranteed Every dead tree Started as a seed A box lined with satin Is the last home you’ll ever need Jacob & Patrick- Today there is a god falling from the clouds A behemoth, leviathan. ancient and extinct we flood the crater for summer and burn the fossils fuels to fly in our private box We close our eyes and dream the end of the road Forever beaten and battered like the bat out of the sky The night’s arms never really let go of me It's our favorite past time. To die before our friends so the funeral hall stays full. It's a lucrative business. To bury the skeletons of those we once knew. Six feet below our lives. One stone marker. Life moves on and so it goes Patrick- Walking hand in hand with happiness We pass the graves of my friends So I ask it, "More or less, "how does it feel to be dead?" Josh- Porcelain teeth embellish a fist full of gold rings Fever dreams; Ruby red in pleasure and must The way I’ll never know your body, I’ll never know it Jareth- Wander the astral gate Foot caught in the fray Wander the astral haze Foot caught in the fray There's horses dead near the off ramp Farmers flourishing from the sides Delivery man without remorse for the slaying of felines Josh- You without me: Me without you Never Brandon/Roger- Dressed in cold sweat, now I realize. Her stained sheets won’t take me back again