I try not to be so neurotic
my thought process is caught on ironic
stopped by a lost cause, I'm not bionic
the line that's drawn, I am standing on it

the rotted thoughts are only symbolic
what I got was a spot in the *****
my mind is trodden by forgotten logic
the road to irony, I am walking on it

what is reality worth
when fiction is more important
how can you wake up a mind
that chooses to be dormant

we choose to stay dry
when outside, it is storming
in the meantime, in the sky
more storm clouds are forming

the view is a little different up there
maybe that's why they look up to you
a lot of people are living bare
at least they have a tv to watch the view

in an old burlap sack
he kept his "fancy things"
remnants of a life not coming back
dead flowers and wedding rings

in his pounding chest
he could still feel the pain
sometimes the worst is for the best
sometimes a loss becomes a gain

believe me, I hate to say
I just dont love her anymore
even though she has her ways
she doesn't look as good as before

I used to see her like a dream
in my mind she could do no wrong
sometimes dreams aren't what they seem
sometimes waking up takes so long

be careful not to take his hand
he will only drag you through the dirt
I want you to understand
he will leave you in a world of hurt

never let him touch your heart
he will only make it ache
he will tear your world apart
trusting him is your mistake

the Easter bunny has risen
or crawled out of it's hole
it has come to hop on the back
of the God you will never know

the Easter bunny has risen
he lives beneath the stone
he is here to make a mockery
of a God that once was known

new car, new house, a million bucks
I don't really care about those things
I like a dirt road and a beat up truck
I like swimming in mountain springs

I have no dreams of getting rich
I don't care about a million dollars
I like the view while I sit on a ridge
I like having fun in the holler

string along, string along
pull the twine you have me on
use my heart as your pawn
dragging me right into your con

string along, string along
play me like an old sweet song
string is weak, I am strong
I break away and now I'm gone

they are only strong in groups
they follow rules made by their leaders
it's one for all, or attack that one
they can be the most brutal creatures

they use bullets instead of thoughts
shoot now and ask questions later
it's all for none, except the strong
they have such a violent nature

I did my best to make you smile
I even put my heart on the line
I was willing to go the mile
I never mentioned the scars of mine

now I know, it's all about you
my feelings don't exist
even though my heart is true
the blood I give is always missed

you mean everything to me
but I could never give you my full attention
there's too much going on in my mind
things that I can never mention

i'm afraid you wouldn't understand
I must have a missing part
there's a void deep inside
there's a darkness in my heart

television station, a stationary position
zombies wait for a commercial break
false stimulation ruins the transmission
eating our brains with waves so fake

even though you've had enough
even though you are fed up
keep your dreams in sight
always keep your head up

when we feel the weakest
then we sing the blind song
we must reach the deepest
we must keep our minds strong

I just heard a kink's song in a commercial
I picture Ray Davies turning in his grave
to a dead man, any product is worthless
for a dead man, wishes can't be saved

you really got me when you ask me why
his executor chose money over belief
I picture Ray Davies with tears in his eyes
they should have let him rest in peace

it's hard to swallow, hard to chew
lies are a repeat of sweetness
spitting out what is un-true
I choose to always repeat this

it's hard to refrain from crying
wounded by chains of slavery
sugar coated dreams are dying
the salt of my tears is savory

the sun rises every day
just looking for something to shine on
warmth and light takes the darkness away
brightening the thoughts I have my mind on

smile, life isn't so bad
it's all mostly what you make it
living in a world gone mad
you are strong enough to take it

smile, you still have your breath
negativity will only steal it
when you hurt, you live less
just one smile can heal it

It's so easy to throw up your hands
turn around, and walk away
I choose not to live a life of demands
in the moment is where I'll stay

I never think of what will come
I only think of what I see
the future is tomorrow for some
the future is right now, for me

it's so hard to even care
I want to live just for today
because tomorrow might not be there
in the moment is where I stay

smoking and drinking
anything but thinking
to this world, I am dumb
hoping is shrinking
my armor is chinking
my mind is now numb

toking and syncing
my mind has no inkling
empty out my head
the eyes of no blinking
they are set on linking
this life with the dead

I walk alone
on the path of pathogens
I am far from home
I am never coming back again

Seventeen thousand days man
seventeen thousand days
in a place where your ways stand
I could not change my ways

one hundred million nightmares
the demons brought to light
I was wrong with the right cares
Who is to say what's right?

Spaced out, my mind isn't here
it is travelling between the pain and the fear
placed doubt, is a buzzing in my ears
day after day, and year after year

It's hard to be strong
when your energy is depleted
I still carry on
still undefeated

(I can't find much hope
in thoughts that I re-visit
makes it hard to cope
with what is and what isn't)

these wounds will never heal
unless they are treated
I stay hard as steel
I stay undefeated

you lit a fire, but I let it burn
I fan the flames as they rage
one of these days I will have my turn
until then, my mind is in a cage

a fire that burns, must consume
embers are only left to see
my fervor only leads to my doom
now there's nothing left of me

when I have a song to sing, I put it in the breeze
hoping something or someone might listen
how I long to bring my songs to the trees
they might understand my hopeless visions

when I have a song inside, I let it out with pride
I don't mind if the words are in vain
on wings they glide, and in stars they confide
only they can understand my pain

dependent on the chemicals, not natural
naturally your feelings will change
enhancement for dis-enchantment
of course, then this world feels strange

written on a piece of paper
we scribble out feelings and turn the page
we forget just what's at stake here
we seek chemicals to calm our rage

One man sleeps while the other man awakes
one man does what ever it takes
one man eats ramen noodles, one man eats steak
one man is what another man makes

watch your step
one move loses
stay away from who the move chooses
beyond the skin
there's truth to the bruises
behind the mask of the one who uses

One man sleeps while the other man awakes
one man does what ever it takes
one man eats ramen noodles, one man eats steak
one man is what another man fakes

One man sleeps while the other man awakes
one man does what ever it takes
one man eats ramen noodles, one man eats steak
one man is what another man breaks

they wrap me up so tight
no breathing
wrapped around my heart
no beating
they corrupt my vision
no seeing
constricting how i will be
no being

i had a talk with the man in the moon
words shined like lunar light
we spoke of brightness coming soon
he told me all would be alright

he told me that the king of the stars
soon would be coming home
he said that the end isn't far
then we'll have a home of our own

I always walk
on the path that leads back
I want my wants gone
I need my needs back

Broken knuckles and broken thoughts
pain means I still have my breath
even on a path to nowhere
life never means any more or less

shattered life and a shattered mind
the pieces all together fit
even on a path to nowhere
keep moving and never quit

burning me inside
these thoughts that i keep
makes it hard to smile
makes it hard to sleep

this curse of mine
i am dying inside
within my consciousness
there's nowhere to hide

my feelings and thoughts
are eating me alive
makes it hard to live
makes it hard to survive

the king of the jungle
it's instinct is to eat
it's thoughts never stumble
over winning or defeat

the king of the concrete
his thoughts drive his being
he leaves blood on streets
red is all he's seeing

the king of the jungle
it eats just to live
it's thoughts never stumble
to love or forgive

the king of the concrete
he lives by the gun
if you try to retreat
he will shoot you while you run

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the king of the jungle
it kills just to eat
the king of the concrete
he kills to defeat

eagle of the fleeting glimpse
i lone to fly on your wings
too feeble in the bleeding sense
the songbird of leaving sings

a fledgling falls from the nest
fly or die, the father screams
the feathers flail, at their best
plumes of the future dreams

looking back at my past
none of those hearts were ever mine
only the arrow was meant to last
embedded in my fractured spine

love lost is better than love never found
I see no difference in the two
hindsight is far less confound
foresight can be a hopeful fool

looking back at my past
only my heart was truly mine
love affairs, i've had my last
another broken valentine

I don't have a lot to offer
just myself, and this stone
you could make the hard ice softer
I don't want to face this cold alone

in a small town in west virginia
in the mountains of secrets kept
where bodies disappear
memories are all that's left

the voices speak in whispers
the desperate cries are hushed
lives are left in disarray
hopeful hearts are crushed

a family gathers in silence
they hang their heads in doubt
on their search forever
for the body of Luke Stout

he still lives in their visions
"i swear i saw him pass"
even though he is still missing
his ghost will always last

This is a true story of a guy a knew from here in town. He is thought to be murdered, and there's a lot of stories of what really happened. The man that is said to have had him murdered, is in prison for having another guy from town murdered. The rumor is that he has said they will never find Luke's body. His family is still looking for him.

in the middle of nowhere
in a factory in the hills
they are building monsters
in the monster mills

they are stripping emotion
putting hate into the hearts
leaving out the humanity
they are using the wrong parts

the day is coming soon
when they finally set them free
the monsters that we fear
are the monsters we will be

life is just an open casket
death will never let us hide
we take turns walking past it
veil of black, someone died

time is only here for now
tomorrow, we might be gone
we keep going on somehow
hoping not to be the next one

life is just an open casket
death will never let us hide
there's no way to outlast it
sooner or later, you're inside

everybody knows her
they call her sister lower
she crawls through the fields
looking for a four leaf clover

if your heart is a grower
never try to show her
she will fly with the breeze
these green fields have chose her

don't try to hold her closer
she will say nobody knows her
her grass cuts never heal
her search is never over

i crept up like a shadow
in unison with sunshine's rays
through fields left fallow
slowly on a deer made maze

i approach the water
eyes focus on the mountain brook
my excitement gets stronger
just close enough to have a look

i cast into tails of rapids
hoping for the rising sight
that's when it quickly happens
a trout moves to take a bite

i set the hook on my prey
nature goes along with my plans
it really is a perfect day
when you hold a rainbow in your hands

i take them in my hands and throw them in the air
it's up to me to set them free without a care
all i ask is that i am never heard wrong
trying to turn these words into a birdsong

sing a song that is understood
sing a song that is due
sing a song of enchantment
sing a song that is new

the letters turn to feathers and they fly away
it's up to you to hear what they say
all i ask, is that i never use the wrong words
trying to turn these letters into songbirds

she screamed for over six hours
in between the pushing strains
she cried out to higher powers
but she wouldn't trade these labor pains

she gave birth to a healthy boy
she saw the world within his eyes
so happy with her bundle of joy
he was worth all of her cries

she loved him with every breath
he was her shining light
she held him with a soft caress
she wouldn't let him leave her sight

16 years down the road...

something inside him had changed
he was distant, senses dulled
the close bond was now estranged
the loving mother's hands still pulled

"i hate you! never touch me!"
"i never want to see your face again"
he stormed out and slammed the door
the labor pains will never end

i see him there every day
he always watches me
the town people call him stray
he calls himself free

"there's big fish under this bridge"
he points to a submerged stone
"that's where the whale lives"
I cast my line toward it's home

the old man smiled and watched me cast
idle hands and vicarious eyes
"don't try to set the hook too fast"
"this whale is really wise"

my line went tight, i felt the pull
i yanked with all my might
too hard headed to follow the rule
'let him take a big ole bite"

i threw my pole, and fell in the water
the old man only laughed
he said "look on the bright side"
"at least you got a bath"

(his smile made the water shimmer brighter
his laughter sang with the birds...)

"i'll be back soon to claim my prize
with a heavier pole and line
for me to catch a whale that size
it's going to take a lot of time"

now when i see the old man
we talk of the ones that got away
his wife, his kids, his life
and the fish i lost that day

thanks for the drinks
it's time i'm on my way
it's time to hit the road
to find a place to stay

thanks for the laughs
my smile will never fade
i will never forget
the memories we made

thanks for the love
my heart won't be the same
a fire lit forever
i warm by that flame

thanks for the hugs
the kisses you gave away
it's time to hit the road
to find a place to stay

I don't have a lot in my pockets
enough for one more bottle of wine
these bottles take a deposit
the contents make a deposit in time

I don't have a lot of intentions
enough for one more passing of day
thoughts of other dimensions
are the bottles I throw away