death oversleeps its own

repose...to energize the

next life-dream.

whose time come early rises.

all in the name of seeing

The Original Face.

before having both name

and face.

Living deep
Out in my forest
In an attempt
To close my mind
It fail upon
A dark October
In a better
  Vanished time...
When we were young
And life was bolder
I never thought
We'd get older
While recklessly
We lived as if we
  Could never die...
In drones of silence
The heart beats on
Slowly now
As I write my songs
And here I play another solo
   As I turn to face the night...

Picked up my guitar
I forgot I could play
I brushed the dust back
Back from my grave
No more, no way
Will I be death's slave!

I started to jam
Wining again
Pick myself up
I can even play
Van Helan
Where the hell have I been?
I've been keeping all of me in
I'd rather live
Live to the end!

And all who suffer
The ignorance of man
I play my guitar
As tied are my hands
Yet free is our voices
So let us be heard
Giving up
It just seems absurd!