Look Happy, It's The End Of The World

Where will you be this afternoon 
I cut off all my fingers 
No fame i spill my guts 
And orphaned desert isle 
Like orphaned 
Big bang 
Blink if you can hear me 
Box my ears 
Daddy box my ears 
Box my ears 

Hoping 
Is out of style 
So look happy 
It's the end of the world 

I've got a big machine 
It's blank and blue 
Where will you be this afternoon 
Meet me and I'll spill my guts 
Cause I'm open to anything 
I'm open for this time and you can count the years 
Count the years 
Count the years 

Hoping 
Is out of style 
So look happy 
It's the end of the world

~Matthew Good Band

Movement, Digestion, and Structure

My Scars won't stop Bleeding

My Scars are now Flowers

My Flowers won't stop Growing

What Did cha Say?? More Mangan?! Okay!!!

Oh I don't know what you've been told
But I don't get out much these days

Waking young and feeling old 
The days are no longer my own,
To piss away the waking hours

But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
oh don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste

The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding 

Tried to be the Robot King
And settled for the robot boy

Ring the bells that still can ring
And sing your stupid head off 
To the ones who are not listening

But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
Don't don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste

The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding out

And I spent half of my life
In the customer service line
Flaws in the design
A sign of the times

And that little voice
In the back of your mind
Just wants you to know
Just hopes that you know

Robots need love too
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by