There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little
sullen
Girl face-up staring at the moon
And there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries
Then they pass away alone into the night
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head?
(Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head?)
Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why

There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken.
The face is blank but the gears are turning.
Confusion is a fundamental state of mind.
It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out.
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt
And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity.

(words and music by Mr. brett)
Come let us make bricks
and burn them hard
We'll build a city
with a tower for the world
and climb so we can reach
anything at all
Build me up, Tear me down
like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down
These joining Walls
So they can't climb at all
I know why you tore it down that day
You throught, if you got caught
we'd all go away
Like a spoiled little baby