Bring+it+back,+People!!!

= = I'm here to stay. I don't want another game to play cuz that's what's kept me so alone without a home. without you.

I could have been whatever you'd said you'd seen I'm simply in a dream waiting for a possibility.

[chorus] Did you really mean it, when you said you'd seen it? Do you still believe it? That I'd be there to seize it? I think that moment's gone, The minute I said so long. The day was just so wrong. I think it's time we move on

I'm happy now to just be me, even If I can no longer dream Then I remember that I just don't have to, cuz I'm here with you.

I don't even deserve you The way you're always sure you Never seem to show the hurt, you still get up even though it hurts to

[chorus]

__**Nice girls never are.**__

I would call in another life, I would ask you to be mine. Another world, free of strife. instead of this one: seen so blind. Calling for another light, asking more of what we find. Could I adore another sight anymore than you as mine?

But it seems another’s here. I’ll live without you for a while. I’ll still need to know you dear, I’ll still need to see that smile. But this is my greatest fear, this is will be my final trial: unsure in another year without you here by my side.

One more thing is all I ask: please don’t ever stop to frown, or get caught up in the past. It will only drag you down. I don’t want to leave at last without hearing your lovely sound this will be my final task: to see you, up there in that gown.

//-Josh Pape// = = = **__She__** =

“I’m a cheater.”

A lustful whisper in my ear as hands fall to the dark regions of my body. It is simultaneously a threat, a taunt, and an invitation. She is teasing me, daring me to complete my betrayal, keenly aware that my wits are about to abandon me. She is enthralling me, drawing my mind to places no sane man’s would. She is destroying everything I have, my dignity, my pride.

I will have nothing when I leave.

Though my mind is twisted by lust, my senses are not completely numbed over. It is an act, an elaborate act, practiced and rehearsed a hundred times. I am not the first victim. It is just as unlikely that I am the hundredth. But I am the one who made the deal with the devil and I am the one who will pay. Whatever the consequences, let it be known that my last moments were spent in ecstasy.

I am lying down, forced upon a mattress that smells strongly of the previous patron. She straddles me, leather corset bulging in all the right places. I cannot move. My wits have abandoned me. Instead, I watch, kept in suspense by equal amounts of dread and lust. My thoughts flicker briefly to happier times, days of children and families. Of my wife. Her heart would give out if she saw me now.

She is doubtlessly making supper now, glancing at the clock as she waits for my return. As far as she knows, I am working overtime, slaving away in a dimly lit cubical alongside hundreds of other mindless drones. Though she will worry and fret, she already suspects I will not make it home in time to eat with the family. It will all work out in the end. I will buy something for the children to make up for it.

Silicone breasts press against me, drawing me back to the present. Damn it all. Damn the consequences. I want it. I want it. My arms refuse to move. I forfeited control long ago. Now I am being smothered by empty milk bottles.

Want.

Want.

Want.

Want.

What would the wife think? We haven't made love for months. We are together without pleasure. Meals are consumed without conversation or enthusiasm. We find ways elaborate ways to avoid partaking in the most mundane of tasks together. Contact is always made, but never prolonged. So much has been given for this small moment, so that I might relive the glory days.

My buttons are undone. One by one, inch by inch. My chest presents itself, a pathetic gut brought on by years of loafing. But she ignores that, as she has been paid to. I am another customer, another patron, another conquest. Her hand runs up my chest once, then slips toward my pants. I have no wife. I have no children.

All I know is she, she who draws me in with breasts of silicone and lips of red.

My belt is undone. All else is forgotten.

**//Alexander Brandt//**

__//**Fame Train**//__

You are next to me, being only true. Give the rest to me, and watch just what i'll do. With your smiles and lies, I'll make you something great. You'll all but defy a little thing called fate

(Ride the Fame Train all the way. Ride the Fame Train down the drain. Ignore the pain, ignore the shame. Until you're fake and second rate. You can laugh and you can cry, But we both know it's all a lie. Turn your nose up to the sky, They'll only love you when you die. They'll only love you when you die. They'll only love you when you die.)

And I will be there first, with your will in hand to claim all that you're worth. I never gave a damn. And you best not forget, you owe it all to me, you are in my debt. Just embrace the deep

(chorus)

Bringing down the sun is no easy task. Not just anyone can do all that you ask. Now just climb inside your boat full of blood, and enjoy the ride and leave them to the flood

(chorus)

Open to the world, I smell the winds of change my unholy wings unfurl and soar out on the pain. Of everything you gave, my favorite by far, is your self dug grave, it's now all you are.

(chorus)

//-Josh Pape//