Mental StrugglesStop that train!I want to get on,I want to get on, today!So stop that train,I want to get on,I want to get on, today!Stop that train! I want to get on,I don't care where it goes, I'll go anywhere!Just stop that train!I want to get on,I want to get on, today! Just stop train.I don't care where it goes, I'll go anywhere!Just. Stop. That. Train.Mr. Conductor man, don't you hear me,I want to get on, I don't care where you go,just take me anywhere.Just stop the train!(let me off)Hey Mr. Conductor man, now that I'm on, I want to get off!STOP THE TRAIN!I want to get off!I have to get off, today!
Junkatsuzai Komori UtaIf I said sorry to you, would that make any differance to me? Well I don't think it would since I'm sitting here by your window thinking if maybe I had just said I'm sorry."Meme" I'm sorry....I'm sorryI'm sorry my "Baby"I'm sorry sweet "MeMe", forgive me.Please, oh please sweet "MeMe" forgive your "Baby", se never should have said the things she said.Oh "MeMe", "MeMe" please!Yurusumasu watashi.Yurusumasu watashi!Yurusumasu watashi, kudasai, "Komori Uta MeMe"
Letters from 'Baby'I need to go home and write a letter to"MeMe" and tell her that "Baby"'s coming home to her again.I need to go home and write a letter to"MeMe" and tell her that "Baby"'s coming home to her again.Let's go write a letter to "MeMe"!I'ma writin' a letter to "MeMe", tell her that "Baby"'s coming home, "Baby"'s coming home, "Baby"'s coming home to her.That's right "MeMe" I'm coming home, K-k get me a pastry and the phone, I'ma tellin' "MeMe" I'ma going home.See ya in Alabama "MeMe" I'm coming home!"MeMe" where have ya gone? "Baby"'s come home to see her "MeMe"....But "MeMe"'s done up and gone from her "Baby".
Do You See my Nightmare Now?This is how we dream in this world of you and me,this is how we see in the world of dreams now we dance to bring about the trance, we sing of the dreams and dream of the music as it floats about us in the air and we find the words to sing along to this song while the daydream carrys on and we sleep the day away and dance on night-winged airs so we see the city sleeps beneath our feet in that bubble of theirs, must we sing something sweet, or can this song be the gorey mess it's destined to be....
Little Flower GirlOh, I'll throw a coin into the well and make a wish for your kiss and wish you were well. Well Mr. Ooma Joe what do ya thnk? I'm on the brink, can't make sense of anything, well I think I'll sing along, sing a song, n' feel the rhythm, feel the rhythm, feel it everywhere, sing a song about the rhythm and the music that floats in the air, like a turkey or a flare
Random wordsmy boys, my death, my song and me, my life, my pain is the random romance, my love for black, dream for you, bored of blood, like two hearts in a day are what i need, days too hot for pretty love.