Even the leaves laugh 'cause they have what I have Reach from the best tree So he can see me And with your face With your face comes laughter And wit… - Happy Rhodes

Do I have to dig? Do I have to prod? Reach into your chest And pull your feelings out? Are you dancing dead? Or maybe walking toast? If you feel anything Be brave Come forth Let it show. Tell me what d'you think of life? Tell me do you think at all?

As I walk through fire I am shielded from the flame Although the guilty parties Take no blame. Don't try to tell me there's no Reason for any moment in time; Every memory of mine Those years are lines of Color on my face. My past is warpaint. The past is warpaint.

My time's too short to waste on Things you say without your brain. Will you paint works of art When you speak? When you open your mouth Will I weep?