a bag full of crickets
aftertouch
alpine revisited
aqueduct
arteest
aspirin
autophile
back where we started from
betrayer-seducer
big top
borealis
by logic
carisoprodol
catbird
catbird (alt. lyrics)
cedarwood
channel closed
covetous
crimson haze
cupid
dead out
decadence
deresonated
different
dimethyl sulfoxide
downs
effigy
espana
eulogy
eve raised up
everlasting
fade away
feverdream
great expectations
halogen
happy
hatred
heaven gel
heliotrope
helpless in a dream
high school
honeysuckle
hotfoot
hypochondria
idlewild
incandescent
inquisition rex
invasion
isosceles
jellywishes
johnny come lately
lethargy
little indian
lookit me im alternative
lullaby
masked fighter
meat impact
melange
memoriam
meringue
metallic peach
mindlessly devoted
moonbeach
mournful
nostalgia
not like you
nuclear girl
number one zero
nursery queen
of youth
one talent
opaque
pastures
pollen
potemkin must die
potemkins version
prefix
probably not an issue
pyrachnid
reflex
rose thirteen
rotting plaster
saline
sans kidney
shell
shrewd
solitaire
spigot
stability
stalking annie
state of disgrace
stitches
sweetlove
tapioca
the beginning and the end
the moderns
this moment
this ride i like
twine
unclean
videoblind
vitabuse
warm
wellbutrin
while im still young
withersoft

helpless in a dream

[2006]

mellowed out, i'm hollow now.
i've left sedition in my wake.
can you help me from this tree
i seem to have made a mistake
this is not my kind of dream.
this can't be reality.
i'm near the edge as i start to fall
with nothing to hold me back at all

and i've been helpless in a dream
and soon i'll be a casualty.
my screams erased by zero sound
waiting to hit the ground.

chasing footsteps close behind
across the wasteland of the mind
my voice, mosquito droning sighs
for the waking mind to analyze.
this is not my kind of dream.
this can't be reality.
leather gloves to creep around
my neck as i start to plummet down

encased in glass, indigo light
as they gather to watch tv tonight
this blank blue vision to paralyze
their avid starving murderous eyes.
this is not my type of crowd.
the silence blaring far too loud
to break the glass. to trod the hall.
to grab my ankles when i fall

and i've been helpless in a dream
and soon i'll be a casualty.
i hope i wake. i've got to try.
regain my vision before i die.
my screams erased by zero sound
waiting to hit the ground.