I was rolling around the nave. I saw you dancing on my grave. I punched your sister in the face. I'm simply one more man to be replaced. And all I ever wanted was to make it to the Hagia Sophia. And all I ever wanted was to make it to the Hagia Sophia. Its dome floats on my shoulders. I hope it was worth the dozens or hundreds of soldiers. But was it? And is it bad that I still love it? I remember when I thought that I caught you circling my face. In a yearbook that you thought you had erased. It was all just a total waste You were going around the whole area. There was a slight sense of hysteria. I didn't care to see ya. And all I ever wanted was to make it to the Hagia Sophia. And all I ever wanted was to make it to the Hagia Sophia. It’s gentle, floating atmosphere was sure to give me the right idea There is such a thing as foreplay. There is such a thing as fiveplay. There is no such thing as word play. Oh, I will make you all pay. You brought your family to shame, while you wallowed in your private pain. We could’ve sworn you were insane to simply to ask for your own captor’s name And all I ever wanted was to make it to the Hagia Sophia. It at least beats sitting here shopping with your wife at IKEA. Oh memories of falling stars realizing she wasn’t Princess Leah Your memories blend together like a bird’s flight without any feathers Could they stay in the air? And where would they fly to without any hair? The naked birds will fall or fly from balconies beyond your vision’s gaze It will leave you motionless you were never phased. That is why you are sometimes amazed. But then I noticed you abruptly started crying. While I simply stayed there lying You were finally realizing that on the inside you were already dying.

I'm a monster yeah, from the seaweed. You better not touch me man or I will kick in your knees. It's a disaster how I'm much happier than all the other fishes in the ocean and the public frozen seas. When the end draws near, my mother was born from a bear. Now my family cries my own home, the lake that feeds all the pine trees All those fine leaves on that pine tree. You all despise me.

The café for the living, is not out of business yet The news is playing in the corner but the no sound emits from the TV set A man is standing by the doorway ready to take your coat But if you don’t leave it with him then he may just show you his throat. The florescent lights are flickering, but the power will never go out Natural sunlight makes me shiver, but your eyes do make me pout A waitress calls me honey, because I’ve never told her may name Linoleum floors which I adore, give me nothing to blame. And I can’t say that I love you, with that look in your eyes, But I can’t think of no one else And another tab at the café for the living Will just, make me melt. Silver trim across the walls, and red paint, chipping fast, The restaurant is sloppily furnished, but the waitress still makes me laugh. Across the room, in another booth lies a mustached man, large and trim She also treats him with respect, her job is trust him, on a whim. ~*solo*~ The menu is expansive, but I don’t wanna eat a thing. I order nothing after nothing, of what am I a king? If cancer had another name, I’m sure I would’ve heard it yet. And one day we’ll all grow ashamed, but until then, one more omelet. And I can’t say that I love you, with that look in your eyes, But I can’t think of no one else And another tab at the café for the living Will just, make me melt.