I Megaphone

How can it feel so nice?
Why does it feel so right?
I think ive been somewhere special
I want to go back there

Sleep
I think i will
Go back to sleep

Oh it's so cold and shivery outside my cocoon
Now i'm on my way

Sleep
Oh sleep
Sleep

Turn your ugly face
Are you so surprised to see me
Yeah i was your little childhood playground toy

And if i remember
Yeah if i do remember rightly
I said the tables would be turned around boy

Who's getting scared now
Tell me, tell me how does it feel
It feels so good from where im standing

The only times of my life
The sun was meant to shine for me
You made it pour down, pour down with tears of rain

Dug my pride with a knife
Encaged by your obsession with me
Time was mental torture and screams of justified pain

So ya gonna chase me now boy
Yeah ya gonna corner me now boy
You think ya gonna threaten me now boy
Somehow i dont think so

Yeah ya gonna stamp me down now boy
Yeah ya gonna crush me down now boy
You think ya gonna threaten me now boy
Somehow i dont think so

Who's getting scared now, tell me,
Tell me how does it feel
It feels so good from where im standing

Yeah youre getting scared now, piggy,
Go ahead and squeal
It sounds so nice from where im standing

Who's getting scared?
Who's getting scared now?

When my body wants to go
Tell me will my mind and soul
Live on and on forever
Am i on another level
A learning vessel of several
Lessons to make me more cleverer

My sweet little religion
My sweet little religion you mean everything to me
My sweet little religion
My sweet little religion how does it feel

Written in that book of love
Does it say your name above
The name by which they call me
And is it written in liquid red

'Cause nothing else will do instead for reassuring eternity

Will you be there when i need you?

Begin end enemy friend heaven hell sick well
Truth lies husbands and wives, whisper shout in out in out
Laughter cry ask reply - good bad happy sad
Right wrong outcast belong, caged free you and me

You have the answer to all of these

Quiet now in sleepy dreams
To me it seems the only time to be, just me
Bombarded by the phone, in my own home
Can't get the space that i need, and how i need it

Oh me, oh my
Oh me, me, me, oh my
Oh when i look, when i look at my life
Oh me, oh my
When i look at my life

Crowded by the city, all around me
Need some silence from the loud and noisy crowds
And im trying to catch a breath, through the air of death
Can't see the sun for the clouds, those dirty clouds

And the night has no compassion for your actions
When youre trying to get away from the hard day
And i need someone to talk to apart from you
But i guess thats just the way, come what may

God
Are you there
Are you out there

If so where are you hiding?
I'm having trouble finding you

I am a mirror, with no reflection
I am a razor, without my blade
I am the daylight, when the moon shines no
Who will want to make my sandcastle thats already made

I feel so useless, do you

Speak to an ear deaf to my voice
Look through your fear, still blind to my way
I reach to hold you, but i dont feel you there, do you
Even realise im here am i just wasting away?
No wasting away
Living, inside you play

My dying prayer, sealed in a scream
Unwelcome, and a concious dream
I am your whore, without a name
I climb to fall, to begin again, to begin again
I climb to fall, suffer, hatred, deceit and pain
Anger, regret, loving in vain

I am an arrow, with no direction
My life your tarot, my picture your fate
I'm your becoming, so ill always be nothing
If i ever break away from you that day forth, youll be living
My hate
Oh god help his fate
I'll watch you, watch you suffocate

This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself
It's the way hell always be
He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments
For him, thats just being free.

And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how
Well it might make you frown
But he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go
To a state of mind that no-one knows

Over there stands my angry angel
And shes shaking her head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over there stands my angry angel
And shes frowning like hell, but i'm not feeling guilty

Over and over again, more and more for the pain
To release himself, from this shell
Time after time, you may glare at
Him for the way he looks like something drawn up from hell

But that's just his cover
From what is under it
All his imagination, his
Passion for a creation
Which he has discovered,
Uncovered a world, of
Amazing sensations
His own little nation

I dont care,
I'm flying