String by the  scissors
I'm gonna cut some ****
That real deep stuff
You can't forget
I may bleed
To know I'm alive
At least I tried
Going through old photos
I remember mostly being sad
Weird how that shapes us
Being around those so..neg-ah-tive
You've got to shoot for glory
And not worry
about other people's lies

Whispers are now words
These words are being heard
The shroud is pulled over
America's face
The blueprint couldn't last
And since when has our Nations voice
Spoke treaties of truth
At times its about the water
Or how a violent place saves face
To see it be stripped to the metal
The framing document
Replaced?
Call on your brother
If their good will is not
Malice
This is now when you
Find no one in line to hold your place
No flag flew today
And tomorrow for it,
I will not stand
Farewell to the old beautiful
For mans greed
Disgraced

Boom
It begins
There is light
And movement
Tumbling rocks through darkness
And space
What pushes time
Forward
What causes us to rot?
When we enter the void
It all just ,,,
Ends?
Our purpose our goals
Our drive to be
No matter how far
Mankind goes
When our Sun goes supernova
None of us
Will ever be known
Never a reason
Never a rythme

My sword is
sharper
Than a razor
This is true
It can cut Through air
My skills
Through meditation
Makes my path
Clear.
I move
Faster, than your
Eye
Train harder than
A
Dark knight
I can conceal myself
In shadows
Of night
I bow
Bleed
Even lie
To achieve
This life
With Loneliness ,
One can focus
On the self
And peace is
The balance
This allows me
Fit sleep

I used to play my records
Now
I don't sing at all
I would meet with my teammates
And play
Softball
I would cruise the boulevard
Now I just
Walk my hall
I used to be
Something
Now I'm mostly gone
I used to enjoy liquor
I'd **** down the wine
These days I drink water
I left spirits behind
I used to believe
Now I demand proof
I have no faith
Not even in myself

The walls are thin
And whispy white
Wind can be heard blowing
Through them
And shadows cast by daylight
Cement floors with throw rugs
nothing is damp
A small double bed opposite the door
Big enough for only one
The bathroom door moves
Open and shut
Like a heartbeat
When the wind picks up
it's never cold
The roof is tin
Tile and tar
It never drips water
On the floor
There's a counter no table
A hot plate
No stove
Windows look
Westward
Showing a place to go
You can hear the ocean
If you are still
Open the front door
To greet the rising sun
I can see her car pulling up
The hill behind the barn
Back inside to tidy up
I have no flowers
To set out
And no wine
To get drunk
I have this room
Thats enough

I'm getting soft in the middle
Well ,,really
I'm already there
My hair is thin and receding
You can't tell where its been
And I got baggage under my eyes
I cry at the sight of my shame
I'd like to point the finger at others
But I got my
Self to blame
I used to walk for miles
Sleep
Sleep
Right on the ground
Now I get dizzy
just
Sitting down
How is this really fair
It is so hard to see
That I feel young again
When you
Let your
hair down for me
Let your hair down
Oh yeah
Let your hair down