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	\| home lyrics \| Unrecorded Songs lyrics a sleep so deep we thought he was dead 1. packaged with fluff Angst and aggression and bottled compassion It's squared off and packaged and sold to the masses When money's what maters what gets sales gets pushed Emotion is nothing til packaged with fluff Fear and confusion and mixed-up delusion Caked on make-up makes up the illusion That money's what matters what gets sales is great Your life's worth nothing til measured in goods I am an individual I'm not a statistic, I'm part of society--society's not part of me If imitation's suicide then punk's already dead, punk's already dead, punk's already dead, punk's already dead Man makes mistakes and you must let him make them Give him advice but let him learn by abrasion Earth explodes in a battle of bad vs. worse And your cutting words won't heal The sheltered forget that outside it's raining Inside the world has never stopped spinning The beauty of nothing, the wisdom of roads, the feeling of loving I gave myself to you Why were you lying and staunchly denying that I am your plaything You never really cared Eyelids are closing and my mouth hangs open Your silence speaks louder than anything you've said Sorrow fills the night air like hot coffee at Omega and I dread going to the end but I can't stay where I am Sunken dreams mopped up from soaked tear-stained floors and I'm lost 2. alone with company We tiptoe through the rose patch to smell the flowers without getting pricked but we always stumble, always fall At least one time Well a tear in the eye is worth 1 million in the heart and a dry eye-even more The saddest are those who can't cry-they'll never know how much they hurt Tonite I feel so happy that I never want to die Tonite I kill myself so it's the last thing I remember Because everything gets worse from where I stand, Alone I don't cry for me, I cry for you How you must've felt, killing me If love causes pain and pain causes growth I am 1 million feet tall I loved you. Alone? You were never alone when I was there Let's get coffee A movie A night to ourselves Life's full of not-enough-time, not enough time for us And then we die, and get shoved in boxes, and decay Until no one thinks about us Ever Again Til death did we part Amen. 3. the art of killing time Take two days to analyze your thoughts And I'll take forty-eight hours trying not to hate you It seems like the best thing for me You make the nights feel longer You make my stomach feel stronger I want to be the last thing you ever see I'm trying so hard not to hate you But it's so hard to wait for you I'm trying so hard not to hate you But it's so hard to wait