(Jamie Madrox)

On the windows in my mind at night

There's some things going on, some of them are not right

I've been locked in this house, in this abusive home

No one is there on the couch and I'm alone

Inside of my head, things are unclear

I don't rely on the person I see in the mirror

And I don't die for the chance to be standing right here

Sometimes I'm a smart ass when being sincere



(Monoxide Child)

I see everything's flashing, I wish it would stop

There's just something that makes me so nervous about cops

All their pushing and shoving and macing my eyes

It will only keep burning this hate that's inside of me

Kicking me, kicking me just for the fun

And all I keep on thinking is