Dying, Dying, Someone Told Me Just Recently,

If Everyone Was The Same, It Would Be Boring As Sh*t

I'd Rather Regret Doing Something Than Not Doing Something.

I'm Always Feeling Like I Don't Belong, No Matter Where I Am. So I'm Just Searching For A Family Nonstop, And Sometimes I Find It In The Mosh Pit, Sometimes I Find It When I'm Doing Some French Tv Show With The President's Wife.

All That Is, Was, And Will Be. Universe Much Too Big To See. Time And Space Never Ending, Disturbing Thoughts, Questions Pending. Limitations Of Human Understanding. Too Quick To Criticize, Obligation To Survive, We Hunger To Be Alive. All That Is, Ever, Ever Was, Will Be Ever Twisting, Turning, Through The Never. In The Dark, See Past Our Eyes. Pursuit Of Truth, No Matter Where It Lies. Gazing Up To The Breeze Of The Heavens, On A Quest, Meaning, Reason. Come To Be, How It Begun. All Alone In The Family Of The Sun, Curiosity Teasing Everyone. On Our Home, Third Stone From The Sun.

Nothing's Really A Prized Possession Except My Family, You Know?