Lars

Verse 1: I'm driving up to the school gate, Heart's pounding, it's half past three, Got my playlist on repeat, To drown out my anxiety. Pre-Chorus: The playground's a battlefield, With cliques and groups so tight, I'm just a lone wolf parent, Trying to make it through the night. Chorus: Oh, I'm the awkward parent, Standing by the tree, Avoiding all the small talk, Just trying to break free. From the mums with teeth whitening, And the dads with their boats, I'm the awkward parent, In my old, worn-out coat. Verse 2: The fashionistas in their activewear, Discussing the latest trends, While I'm here in my old jeans, Just trying to blend in. Pre-Chorus: The sports dads talk about the game, I nod and smile, pretend, But all I really want to do, Is pick up my kid and end. Chorus: Oh, I'm the awkward parent, Standing by the tree, Avoiding all the small talk, Just trying to break free. From the mums with teeth whitening, And the dads with their boats, I'm the awkward parent, In my old, worn-out coat. Bridge: The art mums with their crafty plans, The tech dads with their gadgets grand, I just want to disappear, But here I am, year after year. The dads in plain t-shirts, Talking 'bout their cars, While I'm just standing here, Dreaming of the stars. Chorus: Oh, I'm the awkward parent, Standing by the tree, Avoiding all the small talk, Just trying to break free. From the mums with teeth whitening, And the dads with their boats, I'm the awkward parent, In my old, worn-out coat. Outro: So here's to all the introverts, Who brave the schoolyard scene, We may be awkward parents, But we're doing the best we've been. Oh, we're the awkward parents, And that's just fine with me.

[Verse] Serichytochromia that's my claim They whisper my name in shadows and fame A father of whispers no throne to my name Just a spark in the night that lit up the flame [Verse 2] They talk of cyanobacteria yea that's me The unseen architect of life's first key Photosynthesis they say but I feign ignorance Just a phantom name with a cosmic dance [Chorus] Woah-oh-oh I’m the spark you can’t tame A rebel with no picture only wobbling fame Woah-oh-oh in the quiet I reign Just a silent echo breaking every chain [Verse 3] The stars might fall but I stand tall No history books no grand hall Seri they hum when the winds collide I’m the shadow lurking nothing left to hide [Bridge] I'm not the father they paint in rhymes A phantom notion caught in the tides The cosmos speaks in cryptic designs A nameless wanderer lost in the lines [Chorus] Woah-oh-oh I’m the spark you can’t tame A rebel with no picture only wobbling fame Woah-oh-oh in the quiet I reign Just a silent echo breaking every chain

My friend Lucy is a basic bitch, who wishes she was Taylor Swift, She can’t keep up cause I’m too quick , And she’s just flailing like a tit. And though I’m speedy in the streets, I’m nice and slow beneath the sheets, Her girlfriend knows cause she re-reads, The messages she has from me Oh Lucy look at you, you think you’re hard but jiujutsu? Rolling around like a dog in poo Cause you can’t take a punch or two. I’m sorry but it seems to me, If I’d not met my own Lucy, Your girl would be back for date three, Cause I’ve got Top bitch energy My friend Lucy is a basic bitch, who wishes she was Taylor Swift, She can’t keep up cause I’m too quick , And she’s just flailing like a tit.

Lars was walking, feeling fine, 'Til he tripped on a power line. Took a tumble, hit the ground, Now his arm's bent all around! Oh, Lars, oh, Lars, what did you do? Technology’s out to get you! One more day, one more fall, Hope you make it through it all! Sittin’ at work, sippin’ his brew, Reached for his cup—oops, there it flew! Coffee spills, sparks ignite, Now his desk is burning bright! Oh, Lars, oh, Lars, what did you do? Technology’s out to get you! One more day, one more fall, Hope you make it through it all! Up on a ladder, working away, Installing a server—oops, no way! Slipped right out, hit his head, Now he's lying there half-dead! Oh, Lars, oh, Lars, what did you do? Technology’s out to get you! One more day, one more fall, Hope you make it through it all! Laptop hums, getting hot, Lars don’t care, thinks it’s not. Battery pops, BOOM—it’s done! Now Lars is scattered… oh, what fun! Oh, Lars, oh, Lars, we warned you twice, Maybe you should take advice! One more day, one more fall, But this time… no Lars at all.

[Verse1] The crystal beauty of simplicity, Shines troughout my bounded heart, Bounded by ropes of, --identity! Streaching between eternal love... and craving... to die---. [Pre-chours] I can be low but I can be high! My border dance I can't deny. Sophisticaded--glorification, Of !exaggeraaation! [Verse 2] They say it's way to much You need to balance out But that's not a throwable part I can't just CUT IT OUT! [Chours] Perfectly-ugly truth to reveal Lost and torn yet rawly real I can be low & I can be high My border dance I can't deny Sophisticaded glorification Of my exaggeration. [Verse 3] Squeezed out my smothered flame But there is no-one else to blame Chained by my pride Bounded and tied Die, burn, reborn Bridges fallen apart [Bridge] Plese, let me out There is no way I am tha cage and silver chain [Chours] I can be low but I can be high! My border dance I can't deny. Sophisticaded--glorification, Ridiculous- -exaggeration. [Verse 4] Roving to find "meeee", In the "realityyyy"! Among all these ~Illusions~and~delusions~, I find my pleasures and the pain. Fabricated things keepin' me away, From the steady stillness; Where I.! can rest and stay! ~Try~To~Stay~AWAKE! [Outro] Perfectly pure, truth to reveal.. Time to embrace, what's crystal'n clear. Lost~ and torn~, but rawly real... I can stay low, but I can be high. My border dance I can't deny. Sophisticaded---glorification!! Of' e--xa~ggeration..! ...Demanding salvation... ...Through... ...Condonation...

[Verse] You tore my heart and watched it bleed A wildfire sparked by your greed Your lies were knives that cut me deep Now I’m the storm you couldn’t keep [Chorus] Your empty words they fade like smoke Promises They’re quick to choke I’m screaming loud I won’t kneel This broken heart’s starting to heal [Verse 2] You slammed the door but it won't close The ghost of us The pain still grows I’m done with shadows creeping near Turning my heartbreak into fear [Chorus] Your empty words they fade like smoke Promises They’re quick to choke I’m screaming loud I won’t kneel This broken heart’s starting to heal [Bridge] Every echo begs for revenge But this ends here I won't pretend Your poison’s burned my veins enough I’ll rise above your toxic love [Chorus] Your empty words they fade like smoke Promises They’re quick to choke I’m screaming loud I won’t kneel This broken heart’s starting to heal

Back in the day, we ran so wild, Young and reckless, hearts like fire. Late-night walks in hometown streets, Never thought time would move this fast on me. But here we stand, a little gray, Laugh lines show the price we paid. Through every turn, through every sin, Still got your back, still got that grin. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. Built our lives, got scars to show, Lessons learned, still room to grow. Kids and work, responsibilities stack high, But some things money just can’t buy. Through the years, through thick and thin, We’ve lost some, but we still stand. No road too long, no dream too late, Still got time to celebrate. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. (Love my brother) You are better at golf ya better boast. Just like folks knowledge to make bread toast. Here’s to the days still yet to come, Ain’t slowing down, we’re not done. (no need for booze to have fun) Brothers in our 40s, the story goes on, Still laughing, still strong. Through every high, through every low, Side by side, we’ll always go. (happy birthday to my bro) 44 is the new 23. Love ya brother forever. Forever more. Until i'm unable to.. stand when I pee. Happy 44 My bro is getting older Houston aint getting colder. Happy birthday Miho (Forty Four) Halfway to sanity. 88 Miles Per Hour To the past, to the future, to now.

Back in the day, we ran so wild, Young and reckless, hearts like fire. Late-night walks in hometown streets, Never thought time would move this fast on me. But here we stand, a little gray, Laugh lines show the price we paid. Through every turn, through every sin, Still got your back, still got that grin. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. Built our lives, got scars to show, Lessons learned, still room to grow. Kids and work, responsibilities stack high, But some things money just can’t buy. Through the years, through thick and thin, We’ve lost some, but we still stand. No road too long, no dream too late, Still got time to celebrate. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. (Love my brother) You are better at golf ya better boast. Just like folks knowledge to make bread toast. Here’s to the days still yet to come, Ain’t slowing down, we’re not done. (no need for booze to have fun) Brothers in our 40s, the story goes on, Still laughing, still strong. Through every high, through every low, Side by side, we’ll always go. (happy birthday to my bro) 44 is the new 23. Love ya brother forever. Forever more. Until i'm unable to.. stand when I pee. Happy 44 My bro is getting older Houston aint getting colder. Happy birthday Miho (Forty Four) Halfway to sanity. 88 Miles Per Hour To the past, to the future, to now.

[Verse] If the sky had stayed clear of the stone's fiery glimmer We'd walk in a world that's a little less dimmer Dinosaurs still stomping through forests they claim Would history’s script still read the same? [Verse 2] No crater skies no fiery blaze to ignite Would humanity find its way to the light? A million maybes a billion what-ifs We’d step into the mist of time's shifting rift [Chorus] What if the rocks missed us way back in time No meteors splashed to rewrite the rhyme Would we ever climb would we ever create? Or is survival born only through fate? [Bridge] The butterfly flapped and Columbus set sail But would oceans have feared no human tale? Discovery dreams chained in a loop History's wings clipped before they could swoop [Verse 3] Would the stars still whisper of dreams to ignite If ancient skies had stayed tranquil that night? Or are we the echoes of chaos displayed Fragments of futures the changing winds swayed? [Chorus] What if the rocks missed us way back in time No meteors splashed to rewrite the rhyme Would we ever climb would we ever create? Or is survival born only through fate?

[Verse] The blink of stars in a midnight hue A drizzle paints the rooftops new The moonlight drips in silver streams Whispering secrets of distant dreams [Verse 2] The hustle fades beneath soft rain A quiet calm where none complain Their footsteps drown in a gentle beat A rhythmic tale where souls retreat [Chorus] It's the blink of night where dreams collide Where shadows dance and fears subside The world exhales its heavy sigh And curtains lift for the painted sky [Bridge] Fingers trace through the silver mist The air A lover's fleeting kiss The cosmos leans down close to play As night reveals the hidden day [Verse 3] Laughter echoes from corners dim A melody plays on a fragile whim Droplets fall like a whispered tune A perfect chord beneath the moon [Chorus] It's the blink of night where dreams collide Where shadows dance and fears subside The world exhales its heavy sigh And curtains lift for the painted sky

[Verse] The shadows hum a haunting tune They twist and twirl beneath the moon Whispers clawing at my mind Their cold embrace not far behind [Chorus] Dance with demons spin the night Hold them close till morning light Reach for fire feel the burn Twist with spirits till they turn [Verse 2] Eyes like embers glowing red They feast on fears I've always fed Steps so sharp they cut the air Their laughter echoes everywhere [Chorus] Dance with demons spin the night Hold them close till morning light Reach for fire feel the burn Twist with spirits till they turn [Bridge] They lead me far where stars can't glow A place where shadows always grow Yet in that dark I find my voice Among the chaos there's a choice [Chorus] Dance with demons spin the night Hold them close till morning light Reach for fire feel the burn Twist with spirits till they turn

Verso 1: Es viernes y ya quiero llorar, la clase de biología me va a matar. La profe es enana y bien jodida, nos grita por shorts como si fuera su vida. Lee del libro, ni intenta explicar, parece Shrek, pero sin mejorar. Se cree la sabia, pero es bien mensa, estar en su clase es una ofensa. Pre-coro: Nos manda tareas que nadie entiende, si le preguntas, se ofende. Se cree la reina, pero es burra total, la biología con ella es un funeral. Coro: ¡Profe de biología, cierre el hocico! Su clase es peor que caerme en un pico. Si la evolución fuera real de veras, usted estaría viviendo en las cavernas. ¡Profe de biología, deje la CACOTA! Media hora con usted y ya me explota. Preferimos correr con bombillas en fisicá, que aguantar su grito de loca desquiciá. Verso 2: Prefiero sudar con el profe Luchito, dar mil vueltas hasta quedar frito. Que viva Luchito, que viva su clase, mejor correr que aguantar su desfase. Luisito Comunica perdió el pelazo, de tanto explicar sin descanso ni paso. Ojalá la profe aprendiera de él, porque su biología es un nivel de infiel. Puente: ¿Por qué nos odia? ¿Qué le hicimos? Si no aprendemos, es porque dormimos. Yo ya le rezo a Darwin y a Dios, pa' que un milagro me saque de su voz. Coro (repetir): ¡Profe de biología, cierre el hocico! Su clase es peor que caerme en un pico. Si la evolución fuera real de veras, usted estaría viviendo en las cavernas. ¡Profe de biología, deje la CACOTA! Media hora con usted y ya me explota. Preferimos correr con bombillas en fisicá, que aguantar su grito de loca desquiciá. Final: Viernes, y ya no aguanto más, mi cerebro frita, listo pa' explotar. Profe, no es hate, pero su clase es fatal, ojalá la evolución le enseñe a ser normal.