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PRODIGAL
Song by Porcupine Tree

I don't know whose side I'm on
I don't think that I belong round here
If I left the stage would that be wrong?

I tried to find myself a better way
I got religion but I went astray
They took my money and I lost my faith

Rain keeps crawling down the glass
The good times never seem to last
Close your eyes and let the thought pass

I tried the capsule and I tried the smoke
I tried to aid escape like normal folk
But I never seemed to get the joke

These are my old clothes
This is a new low
This is my blood flow
This is my headstone

I spend my days with all my friends
They're the ones on who my life depends
I'm gonna miss them when the series ends

Rain keeps crawling down the glass
The good times never seem to last
Close your eyes and let the thought pass
(Close your eyes and let it pass)


FIREFLIES
by Joseph M Muench

Forever chasing lights in the tunnel
but they are merely lies
For there is no light at the end of the tunnel
only fireflies


DON'T HATE ME
Song by Porcupine Tree

A light snow is falling on London
All sign of the living has gone
The last train pulls into the station
And no one gets off and no one gets on
Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
One light burns in a window
It guides all the shadows below
Inside the ghost of a parting
And no one is left, just the cigarette smoke
Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
Don't fight me
I know you'll never care
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?
Don't hate me
I'm not special like you
I'm tired and I'm so alone
Don't fight me
I know you'll never care
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?


TO THE DISCOURAGED
by Joseph M Muench

Condemned to die; oh, but what a relief from his Stygian existence.
Obdurate nor inimical a countenance, not his;
of zero consequence nevertheless.
For any illusion of equity in life
had long since been consciously dispatched.