goodnight stars. goodnight moon. Stretch me to the point where i stop run ten thousand miles and then think of me i think you know the place we should meet don't worry if it's dark and i'm late run me out a thin wire help me to kill this love i'll join you tonight at the bottom of the well feel around in the dark until you get the idea i'm not moving doesn't mean i can't flame on in my head my best friend sucked his wife's blood and shriveled up he was mistaken for sane we move and groove and cut loose from fear we should kill time, we'll shut it down i've got a pipeline straight to the heart of you opening in my head bright glass on a chain being wound around us the toiling of idle hands dripping with guilt a secret form of punishment axes through skulls shadow of futility endless revolt the shifting of light and shadows no-one is right nothing is solid nothing can be held in my hands for long we should kill time need air, need water. need friends, need family. need this, need that. i'm on my mind and i'm ready to forget. i think some people are addicted to my thoughts, or so it seems. just don't forget the applause, audience. but how can i possibly be completely honest? i'll do my best, i suppose. here goes: the live music today sucked flaming generic cock, but i knew that before i went.