JC and Phoebe-
Walk out of the basement
Haven’t seen your face yet
Never see the sunrise anymore
Counting many sheep as I choke in my sleep
And cough up a tumor
Let me sleep
Let me sleep

Patrick-
I hate the sound of my pulse in my ears
I love the idea of my hollow veins
The human condition is terminal

Jacob-
The night’s arms never really let go for me
Or maybe it’s me that keeps hold
Its fingers fit between mine perfectly
While you move to the city of angels
I’ll sleep in the city of owls

Patrick-
Death is guaranteed
Satisfactions is guaranteed
Every dead tree 
Started as a seed
A box lined with satin
Is the last home you’ll ever need

Jacob & Patrick-
Today there is a god falling from the clouds
A behemoth, leviathan. ancient and extinct
we flood the crater for summer and burn the fossils fuels to fly in our private box
We close our eyes and dream the end of the road
Forever beaten and battered like the bat out of the sky
The night’s arms never really let go of me
It's our favorite past time. To die before our friends so the funeral hall stays full. It's a lucrative business. To bury the skeletons of those we once knew. Six feet below our lives. One stone marker. Life moves on and so it goes

Patrick-
Walking hand in hand with happiness
We pass the graves of my friends
So I ask it, "More or less,
"how does it feel to be dead?"

Josh-
Porcelain teeth embellish a fist full of gold rings
Fever dreams; Ruby red in pleasure and must
The way I’ll never know your body, I’ll never know it

Jareth-
Wander the astral gate
Foot caught in the fray
Wander the astral haze
Foot caught in the fray
There's horses dead near the off ramp
Farmers flourishing from the sides
Delivery man without remorse for the slaying of felines

Josh-
You without me: Me without you
Never

Brandon/Roger-
Dressed in cold sweat, now I realize.
Her stained sheets won’t take me back again