Where are the skys of tangerine
Where have the diamonds gone
Have we lost our minds to sobriety
What is right when no one is wrong
Do we fill our glasses with tragedy
Did we eat the mold to the crust
Do we sin because we're sinners
Is it sick, or is it lust
Do questions lead to answers, or chickens
Is poety wrong if timing is off
Do blind people preceive longer lives
You don't get higher from a cough
Do short people find height sexy
If memory is left in our brains, did we ever exist
Time has become the crime
.. but given the choice..
Happiness is a cupcake away
It better be fucking chocolate!