Keep the noise low [she doesn't want to blow it]. Shaking head to toe while your left hand does the "show me around". Quickens your heartbeat. Beats me straight into the ground. You don't recover from a night like this. Our victim still lying in bed completely motionless.A hand moves in the dark to a zipper. Hear a boy bracing tight against the sheets barely whispers "THIS IS SO MESSED UP". Upon arrival the guests had all stared. Dripping wet & clearly depr
Sun Child lyrics


Sun child
You're a sun child
Awoken by the spirit of the day
Will I wild
Speaking so mild
Forgot about the engine in the rain 
Don't let it bring you down
For us that ain't the way
We'll keep our lives reserve
essed he headed straight for the stairs. No longer cool but a boy in a stitch. Unprepared for a life full of lies & failing relationships. He keeps his hands low [he doesn't want to blow it]. He's wet from head to toe & his eyes give her the up and the down. His stomach turns & he thinks of throwing up. But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up. The fever, the focus the reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young & save yourself. The tickle,
Semblant De Rien lyrics

T'auras qu'? faire semblant de rien
?a devrait pas t'causer d'probl?me
Tu l'as toujours fait tellement bien
Comme r?ponse ? mes "Je t'aime"
T'auras qu'? pas faire attention
Quand on te parlera de moi
T'as qu'? trouv
 the taste of...it used to be the reason I breathed now it's choking me up. Die young & save yourself. She its the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair. Despite everything he learned from his friends he doesn't feel so prepared. She's breathing quiet and smooth [he's gasping for air. "THIS IS THE FIRST AND LAST TIME", he says. She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.  He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like. 
A Murder Of Memories lyrics

(Spoken)
That's him in the corner of social oblivion
Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom
That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges
Buried in each beat of the heart he was once proud to home
If only hi
He is a lamb, she is the slaughter. She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her. Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. He whispers that he loves her but she's probably only looking for...so much more than he could ever give, a life free of lies and a meaningful relationship. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. He waits for it to end and the aching in his guts to subside. Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.