I like to walk on tight ropes made of rainbow bacon in my mind
Because deep below me, is everything I left behind
And through I creep through time, so slowly and surely
I rely so wholly on my insecurities
Because they excuse me,  
The absent quarters in my brain are filled and drained daily
Like ***** , abused in the onset of the tide
With hopes and ambitions and new dreams and ideas
That are briskly
And surely crushed in my sleep
Aghast i gasp in the horror of my anatomy
How poorly my blood vessles are fueled
So I shall bleed them dry
With out a doubt in my mind I am in the right
Yet my heart beats so sourly when I fight
For love

Why am I so wrong
Why is it that nothing goes to plan
And they say failing to plan is planning to fail
So I plan to fail so spectacularly they thought id planned it in the First Place


Loosing grip on reality has its drawbacks,
Mostly though
The drawbacks stand,
That their is no drawbacks
Not one at hand
So clasp me right, and rig me for full sail
I've caught a gale my dear,
And to the heart of the storm i shall sail

We all die alone
when the time comes
We will all be far from home
the sticks and stones,
didnt brake our bones
yet still I die,
alone

Time to write
No time to fight
dancing with rain drops on my tongue
acid rain couldn't sting as much
as the rain on my window pain
of flesh and lungs
smoke evaporates with a passion
and I feel
that i am no longer in fasion

falling from the inside
like an old building
tho my facade has not changed, nor weatherd with age,
my foundations are cracked like used sand paper
the wallpaper is peeling of the bindings
support me
dont let me colapse apon the ground we have have soiled
dont tell me now the dirt i stood proudly apon  
*has been turned to dust

you say you need us. well, maybe you do,
but not to help you. you have enough help with the millions of bubbly new minds about to be unleashed, with all the cities coming awake
at last
together your more then enough to change the world without us
so from now on, I'm here to stand in your way
you see
freedom has a way of destroying things

In the area that is now modern day Afghanistan,
Alexander the great
was known as Alexander the horned one