I Wanna Be Your Happiness. I Wanna

We, The Desaparecidos, Are Perfectly Prepared For People To Hate What We're Saying Or Not Like What We're Saying.

Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep, And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam.

For A Sunrise Or A Sunset, You're Manic Or You're Depressed. Will You Ever Feel Ok?

Sometimes I Worry That I've Lost The Plot My Twitching Muscles Tease My Flippant Thoughts I Never Really Dreamed Of Heaven Much Until We Put Him In The Ground. There Is Nothing As Lucky, As Easy, Or Free

The World's Become A Little Too Mean.