Why do we ignore the poor
As they wash up on our shores
Children drown in the deep
While we sit comfy in our seats

The fireflies rain down
Tearing their homes to the ground

Still youre unable to comprehend
the love lost in the souls of men

Green God of America
Manufactured consent
Why should you care
If you can pay your rent

but what do you do when you're
a shell
a shell
a shell
of the being you used to be
i swear i thought i was the world
now i look at my hands and i
don't know them
don't know these freckles or those lines
i remember i used to tell my reflection
that she was strong and deserved
something good
but i don't know those eyes anymore
so how can i tell that to a stranger
tell them they're loved
how can i when she and i are all we have
and i don't love her

I've seen how the loss of industry can decimate a town.

Like when that yo-yo factory was closed down
and the workers all hung themselves from lampposts
and just bounced up and down.

Up and down.

of all the people
that cross my mind
when it came to you
my brain was blind

i write of pain
of hate and regret
but how about about
the first time we met

rain down windows
mascara down face
but next to you
i think I found my place

clouds didn't pass
the rain wouldn't leave
but the thought of you
i could do anything but grieve

and so i haven't wrote
about you yet
and of all the times
i hope never to forget

Anytime at any place
Love has come to me
Wishing me the best
And leaving me better
You too came and went
Stay, I wish you did.

For my heart aches
Underneath the strong red
Louder and louder it beats
Love, for your love.

Never will it beat for another
Only you is its song
I will always keep your music
So there is noise, now and in
Eternity.

I love the voices
the cheer
the madness
the love
the rage
the rush
There is nothing quite like being cheered for.
Like when me and my band play their favorite song.
THE CROUD GOES CRAZY
And I soak it up.
The ultimate cure to depression?
Join a band
perform
and Scream
#Metalcore

no one knows how to
make love as if their
life depends on it.
death does.
entering and exiting
while maintaining
perfect eye contact.
giving what it takes
fully.
bracing patience, with
the sturdiness of a
promise: ' I'll always be
gentle, even when I come...
we'll go together.
What lives to die inside
you can't lie.'

If I were a song, I'd be a long sadistic chord full of woes and sorrows.
My song would make the angels cry and bring even the mightiest to their knees.

If I were a song, I'd be forever; an infinite thing. I'd never be forgotten.
My song would live in infamy and no one would forget this song full of broken dreams

If I were a song I'd sing until I no longer could. I'd scream until my heart gave out.
My song will be everlasting.
It will live on...I will live on...

but it's all in-vain
they're all insane
everybody's wearing a lens
to see the world

the hurt
the depth and the words
i've wept for things that i feel
but nothing changes the blur

i'm afraid i'll be lost by the dusk
turned to dust, burned and crushed

oh, the hurt
the hurt makes me feel so alive
so alive, that i scream
scream and scream into the mirror

my mind tells me stories
but it's not because i miss her
and them ghosts remind me
how they're all gonna' break her

the heart-breaker
i'm so in love that i can wear her
nobody's safe in the mirror
trapped in shadows and whispers

and you're not allowed to linger
all through the winter
you must feed your lonely hunger

turn into a monster
burn every spring
and everything that'll come after

there's no noise
but a voice and so much laughter

i want to build myself a void
where none can see my face
an empty space
where i can be the master

but i guess i should've asked her
does it get harder
once you empty your soul
tell me how do you feel
when you burn yourself whole ?

i'm too burnt for my share
inside with all windows and doors

awake every night
i don't miss the sun anymore

does it get harder
once you empty yourself whole

tell me how do you feel
when you burn your soul ?