plastic smiles
and fraying souls
that's what
dreams are made of
and hope
springs eternal
from a child's
hands
and darkness
comes from
the heart
of man
if the choir
invisible
sings no more
what do we do
with the refuse?
and gods are
made from
papyrus and
gold
and demons
have always
been here
behind a madman's
eyes lies the
everlasting truth
and now i lay me
down to sleep
and when i cry
i think of faith
ideals are made
from glass
and theories
are made of
string
and if fate is
cruel
what are we?
negative attracts
negative because
positive is such
a bore
and if all
the world
is a stage
why can't i
memorize
my lines
for the next act?
and if life's not
fair
why does fair
exist?
that's what
screams
are made of