The whole world is broken,
and all those dreamers who carry on
walk like blindfolded fools to their own demise
you see there really isn't any reason
and if you find one, you've sold yourself a lie
we disguise our disappointment in life with
dreams and chasing happiness that doesn't exist
because really, all that exists is a lonely world
where we can't escape from our solitude
barred from knowing why, but it's just a dream isn't it?
it's whatever you want to tell yourself,
I can't accept the silence, because I hear your voice
and I know right behind it's refusal, is everything
so it's never going to be alright

so disappear into this dream and fool yourself,
for happier tomorrows, but everything you chase
boils down to variations of a simple feeling
one that mask's the pain, so all your struggle
to obtain such a simple thing, is wasted
when you could just as easily manipulate that feeling
with a simple chemical.

Life is absurd

Most of it beyond belief, and it's really just a figment
a solidified dream, one that leaves me feeling empty
because I can dream so much more, and all those dreams
don't mean a thing, and my journey has grown tired
and stale, and It will never shine again, because
at every turn, I'm reminded of how foolish I am
there is no magic anymore, my worlds grown hollow
and every belief, is like a song that ends too soon
if you take a hammer, and smash the world to pieces
it's beautiful, but as the ashes of the world settle
and solidify, you never know how your mind will end up
I like the world in ashes, thrown into the air
because that's the only place where everything is beautiful

Oh how it hurts, the warmth of your voice and the shattering of my heart
when you whip venom into my mind with the flipping of your tongue.

This isn't how it used to be, when the stars lit up the skies
in all directions around me, and everything still felt ok.

Oh, how much more can I bare? My heart is filled with angst,
angst, fear, jelously and hate.

Oh how these things poison my mind, and each time I try to shed my skin
and be reborn into something, someone, anything better,
you find a way back into my heart, and into my mind
and my pain only grows, and each time you leave me more frail.
Fragile, and on the edge like a star that's on it's last leg
about to burst every last bit of it's beauty across the universe
and die a slow agonizing death.

And it will be the last of you, the last of me. Thing's might of been better
but I fear it will never be that way, for the life of me, it's all been a cruel joke
and every soft bit of my heart, has been torn apart and replaced with scabs

but even scabs are chewy enough for your pointy teeth.

By the time you take a look, it's gone
fleetings moments ride out their days
in the oceans of my mind

The *** of gold luring me to the end
is as much a phantom, as the rainbow road
leading me there

And the many detours into hell
leave me a little bit lighter each time
and perhaps I should be more wary
of peace, than of the many torments
that seem to be blocking my way

for if I ever find lasting peace, I've probably
traded the truth, for a very beautiful dream.

In the blink of an eye

A thousand lifetimes have passed by
A million lives have come in and out of existence
A billion laughs laughed and a trillion tears cried

and what am I? What is this insanity that surrounds me?
A material world that shifts position according to my beliefs?
An Inner Dialog that would drive the Buddha mad

The Incoherance of this world is so thick it drowns out all reason,
until my insides scream so loud the world around me begins to bleed.

Following the white rabbit until nothing is as it seems,
to departing and inventing an illusory world based around
the consensus of a society so engulfed in fantasy they communicate
and relate to each-other using memories accumulated from watching TV.

I want to *****, and escape from this madness, and what is it?
What is the true nature of this place we exist within?

None of it makes any sense, is the world mad, or is the way in which I perceive it flawed?
Is my mind broken, or is it a reflection of that which surrounds me?

my god, let me out of this place.

What an unbearable agony
My mind wont stop spinning
and at every point of impact
im pulled along by every thought

I can't stop and everything is painted
with meaning that isnt there
and it's like being torn apart from the inside
by a tornado made of razor blades
like being lit on fire and weighted down
in iron shackles

and in my pain
I lash out at the notion I could stop this
at any time

Can you see? the constant dreams
stay reminiscent of happier tomorrow's
set me free, so distance is a flying vision
in a world torn of multicolored hypocrisies
incisions of a reality that refuses to see
that I, refuse to be -
and now i find, this place has cut my wing's
I feel, So far away, will you stay??
or will i fade? cut my cord so i fall
and now i cant feel a thing..

as i go, you all look, so far away
and I glide on broken wings, from this place
as this vision fades, I can only see -

you're face.....

but now i'm on my way
and i refuse to see
another day, as I..

Fall from grace