What have I become-
What am I becoming-
The noise is simply more than I can bear...
And I cannot give a reason for
The changing of the season but
The noise is simply more than I can bear.

Being is futile,
Can’t anyone see
That all is lost?
Lifeless and colorless,
We are all bound
To one inescapable fate.
We are all confined
To voracious obsessions,
Compulsions, possessions,
And the constant need
To have more.
This ignorance is shameful,
There’s no getting out of this,
The swimming of seas
That pull you below and
Drown you senseless;
The grinding of chains
And gears turn round and round
Never slower, never faster.
There’s no getting out of this,
Lifeless and colorless,
We are all bound
To the grinding of chains
And gears that go round.

Love it lacks sedated need
Breeding faith in sick distrust
Empty time that does not heed
But feeds the longing for disgust

I did this to myself--
A sort of memory infection that can't die,
But when I blink my tired eyes
I swallow it back down again.
I know that someday the ice will melt.

You're walking down the boulevard
Hands in your pocket, head down toward the sidewalk
Wet and shiny with summer rain
It's not quite forgotten, or figured out
Certainly not forgiven, so you freeze a moment
You feel the brick in your gut all over again
And keep walking as you try to think of something else
But it is not as easy to try to escape
The songs, the rhymes, the smells, the mirage
Wonder why you wasted your time
You're walking down the boulevard
Hands in your pocket, head down toward the sidewalk
Wet and shiny with summer rain
It's not quite sound, not quite relieved
Certainly not a distant memory
You feel it's just like yesterday
And keep walking as you try to think of something else
But it's easier said than done
The red, biting, foolish, falling in love.

I want you
To be my solution
You don't have a face but
You've got my resolution
And that's to take me home to
Take me any place to really
Anywhere at all and
Wrap my wounds in lace just
Take me home.

Looking at the noise but
I am thinking of her
Once again the girl she
Had blonde hair and her
Fingers intertwined with
Mine but she was gone
The crowd declined I
Drank too much was
Feeling fine her body of
Divine design her hands
They slipped so swift from mine
Another night, another time and
Place that I can't quite define
So I try to let her slip my mind.