Destruction, Creation
We are all capable
Of good, evil
Great and terrible things
Why?
Because evil is easy
Me?
I’ve always enjoyed a challenge

A rational thought-from your head or mine
We balance on the fabric of time
I exist by day and disappear at night
Many wise men have been wrong before
I suggest you question the ground you walk on
And distrust the air you breathe
I’m too busy swimming in rivers of sound
My opinions fluctuate
So numerous are the discoveries of man
Our curiosity runs deep you see
Who needs love, family, friends?
When we have God and Technology
Hide your eyes, your face and mind
Be a child with your time
Man wishes to be a lion, yet
We follow the path of the cat

I do not hear
I choose to listen
My every look is an observation
Why bother talking when one could be speaking
My ideas circulating, my mind breathing
The day I died
My soul was high
My corpse lay on the ground
I saw my writhing motions
And the blackness all around
And my return was hardly gentle
I had not the strength to stand
With scarlet glowing eyes I fell
Having forgotten what it is to be a man

I walked home
All alone
Stumbling with spotted vision
Unsure of what I was still doing here
Existing in this plane
I live alone inside this brain
How could I explain?
Banging my head on the walls and door
Choking on the bathroom floor

I just don’t know today;
Seventeen years I ought to pray.
Those who saw her every morning
Now empty chair and mourning
I did not know her well
But felt from the ones around
She was a sorest loss
Which shook the entire town

I watched them empty her locker
At the start of a day so sad
Ripping the pictures down from the walls
Like her soul could fit in a trash bag

Well I’m living in a crawlspace listening to conversations
When I can’t take reality I change the station
The music heals me

I’m living in fear with a ringing in my ear
The train is on the tracks and it’s getting kind of near
I’m thinking sideways I’ll do it my way
I should care more but why start today

I don’t keep up with the same old sound
I’m busy in my head and it’s written down
I want you to see what happens to me
When I lose existence to think is to be

Under the ceiling above the floor
Between the walls and behind the door
I’m living in a crawlspace listening to conversations
When I can’t take reality I change the station
The music heals me

I forget myself
And we is understood
The absence of my mind is flooding
Full of thoughts and color
The words are dancing on the page
And everything is blooming
Together rediscover
All the little things we know
The tangent line
To yours and mine
Is cutting through both space and time
And oh that sinking feeling
I’ve become both floor and ceiling
My comfort in an apple bite
I’m sledding on the light
My trapdoor to imagination
Fueling mental condensation
Panicking, ranting with no filter
The thread of we unwinds

I swear I could drown
In her river of sound
Playing just the tune
Stuck in my head,
The melody
Putting me to sleep
Leaving me to dream
About her song and
Making me feel it every day
Her music lets me live