In the eye
of the rolling thunder

Stood idly by
to tear me asunder

The world paints
us gray

In its’ apathetic taint

What we have here
are not our friends

But loose ends and
negative trends

If I’m singing songs
that don’t reflect
the thoughts inside my mind
then what’s the point in singing, dear
I think I’d rather die

If I I’m living in a way that’s
out of tune with who I am
then what’s the point in living, dear
I should let it get out of hand

I am divided
You are whole

A piece of you
has entered my soul

I hope you know
just when the moon,
will glow

An orange haze
will bind the flow

I’m tired of feeling consistently miffed by ****
The world turns and the same tragedy plays out
People only care when the ponces don’t pay out

The times, the times breathe lies for our ears
Led on by corruption, outlasting us for years
Wonder why some people stay one step ahead
It’s because they pay to be sat down and fed

Well let me tell you now
Real issues, real issues
They fill you up with doubt

Just leave your mind at the door
If you believe anything at all,
You would know how to fix these flaws

Cause if you know the truth
And your powerless to change it
Well yeah, it speaks for itself

Sitting atop my pedestal here wishing
I could go back down
I have outworn my crown
Ask not what we can do with you
Ask what you can do for us
We’ve all done something wrong
Forgiveness is the song

Self awareness, self awareness
Some people do something right
They are so true to the fight
But they never get enough praise
Always hailed too late

It’s one of those days again
Male feelings strike again
Sometimes a cigar
Is just cigar

But fair enough
Life is rough
What starts off as sweet
Soon gets tough

If the universe
is a hologram

Are we all programmed?

Do we live on puppet strings
Guided by ghosts, they sing
Us to our source

Is our will the only force
Drifting us to our core

Can we transcend this?
When we learn to see other worlds

Does it lie beyond a mirror?
Can we see across the river?

Will the light bend around us?
Will the doors just open up?

Will someone need the key?
Did they leave it in a diary?

We can sit here wondering
We may ask and we may receive

For all that we can believe

Mechanisms can keep us still
For we have thoughts and time to ****

Do we live on puppet strings?
Will we wake or
will we dream again?

If the universe is a hologram

You were a conglomerate of contradictions
cascaded, divided, wedged in a vapid waste
weighing energy down into a selfish shape,

A structured vessel for polluted ground
a velvet tongue, a needle-waved whistle
that was biting a touch of frost amongst us

In an autumnal haze, a scavenger in taste
shuffles through souls likes cigarettes in his box
to light one up to the new, winter-weighted age,
chewed and swallowed over with an almond-like, bitter taste

The way the shadows were bended,
leaning over our landscape, like a twilight blanket
revealed all of your creatures in the dark
that twist us and terrify us on sleepless nights

When we can not make love to mirrors