The arguement goes on and on, the brothers don't agree
The incessant voices in my head, are slowly killing me
Killer wants to get revenge, he cannot stand the pain
The shouting of them both is driving me insane

Sir Gee is losing this one, Killer's got him down
I think tonight we're going... out to ride around
In fact, there is a certain someone, that we want to see
He has a little silver gun; used it robbing me

I humbly offer this request
so that you might hear me out,
you may be quite enlightened
to finally learn what I'm on about.

I'm trying not, to "up-one" you
like some importance from ones' youth,
but, should you finally reach my age
then, you'll know I speak the truth.

For instance, I'm at long last convinced
that an accidental shove,
is probably some message
angel sent, from up above.

The stars are the eyes,
the universe is watching
While you watch it move

i would find us
in a small flower
faces turned to
make sway with sun
i would be rain
to fall softly
drops, radiant
and into snow
as winter laments
a sad aria of melodic white

but would you be my spring
leaping into summer's warmth
arms spread
waiting for a rosebud's birth