Cry Let me out It hurts too much Inside Where`s the key? There's no Key There's your mind What a... What's that? I've brought you something Oh, that's kind. A twinge in the stomach A sarcastic point A flavour different from yore Is this a thought? It's lemon lime Great stuff That's mine. What a bore Fetch me those flowers Which ones? Up there, by the sky Oh my, look the hour Stay more Tomorrow So, drop by That's a date And there'll be masks And no more asks And no more tasks Or more poor rhymes Care to open? I can't Oh let me Stay back Get aside Try this This one? That's Good Ginger Bread Bread Winner Pose Feint? Dying Cry Sometimes I don't believe in what the mirror on the silver lake implies.