(Jamie Madrox)
On the windows in my mind at night
There's some things going on, some of them are not right
I've been locked in this house, in this abusive home
No one is there on the couch and I'm alone
Inside of my head, things are unclear
I don't rely on the person I see in the mirror
And I don't die for the chance to be standing right here
Sometimes I'm a smart ass when being sincere

(Monoxide Child)
I see everything's flashing, I wish it would stop
There's just something that makes me so nervous about cops
All their pushing and shoving and macing my eyes
It will only keep burning this hate that's inside of me
Kicking me, kicking me just for the fun
And all I keep on thinking is