Hi...My name is Dan...

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s color everywhere
What’s this?
There’s white things in the air
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn’t fair
What’s this?

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
There’s people singing songs

What’s this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What’s this?

There’s children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys
And absolutely no one’s dead

There’s frost on every window
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That’s coming from inside

Oh, look
What’s this?
They’re hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They’re gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What’s this?
What’s this?


In here they’ve got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They’re covering it with tiny little things
They’ve got electric lights on strings
And there’s a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I’m wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What’s this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there’s nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure them in their dreamland
What’s this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can’t be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt this good before
This empty place inside of me has been filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?

You cheated…you passed…I don’t judge you…I don’t even blame you…I understand…It was difficult wasn’t it?…Yeah it was,so you thought what the hell,huh?…That’s exactly what you thought…Who can blame you?…Not me…Cause I know where you’re coming from…You cheated and you passed…Good for you…Good for us all…I mean…Isn’t it?

I hate you!!!! You’re the fucking reason this world is de-evolutioning…You trying to be something,but you don’t even know what…It’s just unbelievable how you can decide being different in different situations…I’d like to get inside your head and find out wtf is wrong with you,but I’d just probably find and empty space trying to be filled with misinformation you get I don’t know where…Read a book,go to wikipedia,google that shit before you try to live it for fuck sake!!! Passion before fashion motherfuckers!!!!

Yes I was pillmatic. Because…I don’t know why. There was so much I was going thru and I caved in. No time to feel sorry for myself, I got to get back up on that horse. The world is corrupted, I know. Yet I dream of better times. Of a happier place filled with bright lights and colors. With such sweet sounds… Is it possible? Is it achievable? Or am I just another lost dreamer… Can anyone answer that? Asking you for much isn’t nice at all, but asking you to give me yourself is all I think of. Sweat drips of my forehead and drops on the keyboard. I go to wipe it of and there’s a sound. And another, and another. Suddenly I’m making beautiful music. It appears as though I’m happy. Could it be? Could it be that this is the thing I enjoy? I start singing…Lyrics just pour out. Could this be it? Could this be the one? Are you eager to understand me? Are you eager to get inside my head? Well I am to get inside yours…It’s almost as if I knew you for ages but…I don’t. Still it feels like it though. I’m exhausted…But look on the bright side…Now I’m out of my bat cave.

Sometimes I wonder…and then I remember that I love her…nothing is the same without her…She has the sweetest words,the biggest smile,she gives me comfort and shelter…She is whatever I dreamt of….And more…She brings me back on my path when I stray…Right now I can her her sweet whisper dough it’s 2 o’clock in the morning…She’s always with me…She is my life…It’s strange perhaps,but I couldn’t live without her…I love her…And her name is music…