Windows

When everything you’re seeing and everything and everything you believe in is blown out the sides of your windows . And, all this air you’re breathing makes you feel like wheezing put your lungs out on the sides of your windows.

Let it goit will show, you from the backs of your eyelids.

And, all you might be freeing, you’re left with all you’re needing. Don’t look back on a life thats only feeding.

Let it go, then explode, into the lights of your eyelids.

Oh don’t you ever try to be outside of all the nature in reality. Oh don’t you ever try to be where nothing can describe the things that seem to be.

Being lost is a good thing if you know what you are looking for.

See, it’s the loosing and the finding that we all seem to live for.

There will be no loss without gain, and no gain without loss.

So why not experience whats inbetween, though irrelivant the cost.

Leaving the goods the bads and the uglies for the souls of your shoes,

but the connection is all that matters, when trapped inside you.

Allegory of Cave

Walk the line it’s all that you waited for, but with a hea

d in time a heart’s just a metaphor. So, slow it down, and realise there’s more. For now, just shadows on the door.

Summer springs, and winter it seems to fall. Building seconds, building years, building walls, but slow it down accepting your fall. You’ll be ok, just shadows on the wall.

Walk the line. Its all you’ve waited for.

The Outcast Mind

What is it inside that makes you, that breaks you

When all these dreams subside, they take you, then make you

and you the outcast mind give them all your time.

Its life trying to fake you. Then makes you, illuminates you

It makes you. when it fakes you. Then it takes you, illuminates you.

What is it inside, that makes you, that breaks you.

When all those dreams subside, they take you, then wake you.

and you the outcast mind give them all your time.

Fault Line

So, you will. Call me out. On the fault line.

Hands to the sky, first one to lie, on the fault line

Ground that shakes, the ego wakes, on the fault line.

Who’s more skilled? The traps we build, on the fault line, on the fault line

Fall inside. No sense of I. On the fault line, on the fault line.

Black Milk

I am energy, and you a politic. I am food for endless wells and burning like a wick. A suckle of the teet again and dry it to the bone. Mothers little baby got an appetite of Rome.

Leave me alone I am dry, A growing child that’s never satisfied. Leave me alone I am dry. Here, get your fix from the water in my eyes.

We build highways with haste, like ringworm all around our mothers face. Organic structures made of waste are parasites of exponential rate.

Leave me alone I am dry, A growing child that’s never satisfied. Leave me alone I am dry. Here, get your fix from the water in my eyes.

Lower mythic tribal minds, and the importance of intention. Nihilism in their minds, reducing God to only vision. Egoic paranoia, enforced morality, holding weapons born of higher rationality. YEA??????????

Hammered in the Fall

Hay, look at me, aint it something. A scattered head like a busted pumpkin. You used to be a candle that burned in the fall, and when the leaves changed you took the hammer to it all.

And, I’m not gonna see it your way. And, I’m not gonna see it your way. And, I’m not gonna see it your way.

You are just a crack that’s left on my wall. Took all of your pictures and I threw them all. Into the back of my mind where you rest. Just another fucked up curse that I bless.

Hay, look at me this aint nothing. Skeliton walls that used to be something. I’m as brittle as a leaf that fell in the fall and it’sa about time I took the hammer to it all.

And, I’m not gonna see it your way. And, I’m not gonna see it your way. And, I’m not gonna see it your way.

You are just a crack that’s left on my wall. Took all of your pictures and I threw them all. Into the back of my mind where you rest. But, you can find them in the top drawer of my desk. DESK.

Sold on Lies

Sold on lies while saying your prayers. Alone in the shadows of our youth. We take advantage of the roots of our toung, licking wounds just to save our own face.

Step back and close your eyes while saying your prayers. So you can’t see GOD while HE stares, into reflections and all through ITSELF. Let HER open your eyes and be well. Let HER open your eyes and be well.

Lets start a fire tonight, and let it burn on through our eyes. Lets start a fire tonight, and let the crowns ignite.

Step back and see!

Step back and see through the eye in the center of why we never see to the end of our faith. Through answers we die, but questions we try in the infinite realm of the mind. Let HER (GOD, HIM, or IT) open your eyes and unwind.

Lets start a fire tonight, and let it burn on through the night. Lets start a fire tonight, and let the crowns ignite.

Step back and see!

Step back and see!

Smoke Signals

I left a fire for you at the edge of the woods. So you’d find your way back, you’d find your way home.

I left a fire for you at the edge of the woods. But the wind keeps on leaving and I can’t keep breathing on these fumes.

I left a fire. I left a fire. I left a fire. I left a fire.

I left a fire where the trees meet the yard at the bottom of the hill, and it just keeps burning, Yea, it keeps burning.

I left a fire where the trees meet the yard at the bottom of the hill, that keeps me from growing, and my signs aren’t showing that it’s gone.

I left a fire. I left a fire. I left a fire. I left a fire.

Holding my own. Holding my own. Holding my own. Holding my own.

Then you work it all out. When you work it all out. Then you work it all out. When you work it all out.

Signals rising to the sun. Saturating in my lungs. Feeding fires from my tongue. Disappearing into one.

Then you work it all out. When you work it all out. Then you work it all out. When you work it all out.

Ignorance Prevails

Big machines, huffing gasoline, addicted to the fumes that our money brings. We’ve come so far to cover up these scars, but we dig the nozzle deeper in the veins of the armed.

Yes we fuel the fire that will burn us all and when it does we search for veins to bring a temporary stall.

Then we live. Then we live. Then we live so well. Like the luxuries of heroin, it’s an American spell.

Delicate screams sick from gasoline, withdrawn into the silence that our money brings. Oh, we’ve come so far to cover up these scars, but they keep pooping up in places, and we don’t know where they are.

Lets shut off the vein that pumps with in us all and prepare us for a drought of a permanent withdraw.

Do we live? Do we live. Do we live in hell? Like the luxuries of heroin, it’s an American hell?

I AM REALLY SORRY THAT THE IGNORANCE PREVAILS IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR OWN INELEGANCE! I AM REALLY SORRY THAT THE IGNORANCE PREVAILS IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR OWN INELEGANCE! I AM REALLY SORRY THAT THE IGNORANCE PREVAILS IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR OWN INELEGANCE! I AM REALLY SORRY THAT THE IGNORANCE PREVAILS IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR OWN INELEGANCE!!!!!!!!!

Vibrations

So the ice it cracks and starts its breaking. The oceans roof is in its youth and dances. Rolling through the sea so undetected, and rids us of these buildings we’ve erected.

With all this that we see with our eyes open, and all this that we touch with our skin, open up your mind to hear when I say right now.

So I strike these wires and they vibrate. The atmosphere reacts to steer my sound waves. Rolling through the air so undetected and dances with the thoughts that we’ve neglected.

With all this that we see with our eyes open, and all this that we touch with our skin, open up your mind to hear when I say right now.

With all this that we see with our eyes open, and all this that we touch with our skin, open up your mind to hear when I say right now.

Waves crash inside my brain, and the ripples in my heart set me on my way.

Every time the trail is crossed connect the dots with all the synapse that I would have lost.

And, all of you are there to catch the point of view that ripples in our hearts and makes us new.

Open up and die no more cause you’re a ripple in the heart of a wave on an infinite shore.

Open up your mind to hear when I say RIGHT NOW.

Twilight

Every time I look outside, a constant changing of light on all there is to see.

And every time I see your face, it shines with a different light, but it shines with grace.

I love your changing from light to dark when the twilight’s where we see. I want to hold the back of your head while your arms hang tight to a dream. Through the day, but also through the night.

And, if you saw through negative light where the lights are dark and the blacks are white. The balence still holds tight.

And, I don’t see us clashing at all. If we’re taking from the fruits of our faults, and all that we can’t see, all that we can’t see, all that we can see.

I love your changing from light to dark when the twilight’s where we see.nothing is relevant till see the in between.

Where the sun goes down, so the moon can see. And the night goes away, so we all can see. And seeing is for anyone who understands defeat. Yea, seeing is for anyone who understands defeat.

Counterclockwise

When your clocks are tucked underneath your bed, are you having a good time?

If you can only think of now, will you show me how? So I can have a good time.

I’m running circles counterclockwise, or running faster than the speed of time.

If you’re stuck outside with the middle in your site, you’re closer to a good time.

But, when sustained somehow in the now, and the margins off your brow, well then you’re having a good time.

I’m running circles counterclockwise, or running faster than the speed of time. I’m running circles counterclockwise, or running faster than the speed of time. I’m running circles counterclockwise, or running faster than the speed of time…….

Now I’m sitting by your side and all I need is time.