Boiling up to the surface, my flesh cracked, teeth grit, and my eyes forced back, as the searing heat, outwardly breathed, with arched back, heaving energy into the sky, shattering the projected dreams from a rusted machine, in the heart of a vast wasteland, where we arose, and saw for the first time.

Critical mass approaching in stoical exploding of feelings peeling off with the old flesh.

I'll cry myself to sleep if not just to keep the memory alive, thriving in the spite of a dual life fighting itself for its rites to righteousness, where the opposition is also right, in purifying infighting, for a light so bright, that my fragile eyes shall burn in its embrace, a sound of truth so profound, that my ears numb in the pound of drums as i look on blindly and deaf, pointing at the cliffs you want so much.

The misunderstanding is in trying to understand, standing next to lamps in the dark, afraid to embark into the unknown, knowing that knowing is knowing nothing while still quietly judging, but its something to embrace, something to fill the hole, that gently pulls it all into my guts, carrying the burdens with my clutch on the unheard of.

I walk a path of fear with masks to disguise my lies with truth to help me through the illusion of you, holding my hand along the way.

The path is finite, and all encompassing, as it fluctuates into something more appeasing for my needing of a dream to light the way, with telescopic tears, and blinding happies, i'm learning things i already knew.

I am not so sure that i can die. My death to you, to me, could be, just opening my eyes to another day, and everything is fine.

Time, it is an illusion of the mind, a projection of consumption for compliance to the sights bent in the light.

We cannot all defy the odds every time, but we do, pulling through the worse yet, and still on top, yet we elect to thank invisible men, but its us, it is you, it is me, embracing a dominant reality, where your only consciousness can be.

Every moment looping infinitely through eternity, now if only i could be, where i was happy.

Break me
Cut me
Kiss me
Dead

I dont want it
Any other way

**** me
**** me
Take me
There

I dont want to be
Anywhere else

Feel me
Hear me
Touch me
Nice

I dont wanna
Reroll the dice

Strut me
Front me
Back me
Up

I dont want you
Just giving up

Go there
Go go gadget
Go-go boots

I dont want you
Blinded by truths

I expected marching columns of men, beside roaring tanks, with soaring bombers above, but it was the half men who slithered within the systems, manipulated the programs, poisoned the food, and diluted the truths, that beat us within our gates.

I guess you caught me
I'm softer than i used to be
And i'm singing
As loud as i can

I guess you know now
How my love has come about
And i'm happy to have had been
I'm a happy has been

Forever and again

And i guess you've heard it all before
You have heard it all over
Heard it all again and again
Until it doesn't hurt at all

I guess you found a light in there
I'm still sifting around
And i am still singing
Singing

As loud as i can