It’s deeper than you can breathe 
It’s farther than you could see 
It’s too much to ask of me 
It’s all in the glass you’ll see 
It’s deeper than you can breathe 
It’s all in the glass you’ll see 
It’s farther than we could be 
It’s deeper than you and me 
Frightened eyes

we live on a mountain
right at the top
there’s a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning i walk towards the edge
and throw little things off
like:
car-parts, bottles and cutlery
or whatever i find lying around

it’s become a habit 
a way
to start the day

i go through this 
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

it’s real early morning
no-one is awake
i’m back at my cliff
still throwing things off
i listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
i follow with my eyes ‘til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks

and when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?

i’ll go through all this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

- bjork, hyperballad

Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one

- Aesop Rock, Zero Dark Thirty

- The Beach Boys

Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a God?
What’s a God to a non-believer who don’t believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild.

- Kanye West & Jay-Z

- Youth Lagoon

Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me, take me, won’t ya
Show me
Here I am, baby
Take me
Teach me
Won’t you take me by the hand
Teach me.

- Al Green

However far away,
I will always love you.
However long I stay,
I will always love you. 
Whatever words I say, 
I will always love you;
I will always love you.

- The Cure, Lovesong

You’re not my dream girl.
You’re not my reality girl.
You’re my dreams come true girl.

– Cass McCombs

As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self defacing
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
But I preferred
To walk away from all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing than a rubic’s cube
So i’m subdued
In all my words of verbal prods
To live alone one must be an animal or a God
But it’s official
All of my pain is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that i’m a last words
I could give a fuck about your secrets and your passwords
I can pass words with the ability to hurt you
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to

- Jedi Mind Tricks, I Who Have Nothing