I got all the joysticks,
I get lost in my levels.
I am the master of fantasy,
of angels and devils.

I own every button,
I own every technique,
I own every combo, side quest,
and streak.

I could go sixty hours,
and still want some more.
My soul won't be fed
until I hit that high score.

When they question my madness,
I've only one to thing say:
"I am a gamer...
...and I came to play."

There stands a man so cunning and quick,
you just know he's got a tight hold of his ship.
He knows every bolt and he knows every plank,
He knows every pulley and lever and crank.

He's been on the seas for three decades and more,
but he always gets his old boat back to the shore.
With a talented crew who stand by one another.
As one they are comrades, as one they are brothers.

They'll take whatever the great waves will give them,
they'll fight impossible battles and somehow still win them.
When the war is over they'll celebrate with an ale,
and add to their storehouse of glory and tales.

As the ship grows in legend, notch by simple notch,
You'll no doubt find the Captain as he keeps careful watch.
This is his ship, so you best play by his rules,
For he is a skipper that has no time for fools.

They'd give it up for him, their strength and their life,
They'd walk with him through every pain, every strife.
It's a unique kind of loyalty this Captain commands.
What a hero! What a leader! My god, what a man!

Swallowed up by the grass
of a thousand mistakes.
From the trees fall the leaves,
that are the sum of my failures.

The sun and wind chip away
at what's left of my skin.
While the rocks look upon me,
in sorrowful scorn.

The sword is laid down.
My spirit is done fighting.
Then my last breath escapes
at the cry of a dove.

The wind rips through
my meager clothes.
As I walk down the
long wooden rows.

The forest is dark
and dense.
My pain is severe
and intense.

There's little hope
to be found.
In cold
and desolate ground.

If I go back to school,
they'll beat me.
Out here natures wrath,
may defeat me.

Still I plod on,
Awake and alone.
Hundreds of
miles from home.

Staring at a
weathered old map
to keep alive
my hope to go back.

But I've got almost
nothing to give.
Very little of my life,
left to live.

I wonder: When
everything's over
will they remember
the kid from October?

I regret to inform you the battle's been lost,
we fought for our cause but could not pay the cost.
the ground is shaking beneath me and children are screaming,
I know this is real, but how I wish I were dreaming.

I managed to hide here, in an old musty den,
and within rubble and debris I found an old pen.
So I write you this verse on the current atrocities,
such inhuman hate filled with cold animosities.

Buildings are crumbling and trees and have been burned,
the world is scorched but the lesson? Not learned.
The end game approaches, the hour so fleeting.
There's nowhere to run. No escape. No retreating.

The smoke billows in and the cannonballs fly,
as fire and brimstone fall from the sky.
I hear angry footsteps approaching the door,
It's not safe here much longer but I must tell you more.

I don't know how this started, but you can surely blame,
the rich, greedy tyrants and their bloodletting game.
The foul stench of flesh, punishing as a curse,
and that's the just the tip of an iceberg far worse.

I wish I could finish, but I'll stop here I think,
as I'm sorry to say I've just run out of ink...

How is it that you managed to do so much
and yet do nothing at all for me
all at the same time?

I have a little light.
It doesn't shine that bright.
But as long as the way ahead is lit,
I know I'll be alright.

I have a little light,
That gives me comfort in the night.
It never stops its gentle glow,
Even when I think it might.

I have a little light,
It's a somewhat simple sight.
It keeps me warm in Winters peak,
and saves me from the icy blight.

I have a little light,
And if you look at it just right,
You'll see the world before you
blanketed in a dazzling white.

Ragged clothes upon my back,
A knife that tore my flesh.
Tossed against the wicked walls,
Bound and beat and threshed.

My body ached with constant pain.
My soul was incomplete.
But with everything that I could muster,
I rose up to my feet.

The journey wasn't easy.
A dangerous, drifting track.
Fighting against the rising tide,
I somehow made it back.

I don't take anything for granted.
I fight hard for all I've earned.
I know what it is to walk through fire
and come out a little burned.

I’m hurt and I'm crying, I want to go home.

There's no use in trying, I want to go home.

I'm injured and scarred, I want to go home.

Burned out and charred, I want to go home.

I'm listless and sick, I want to go home.

Collapsing and quick, I want to go home.

I'm damaged and breaking, I want to go home.

I'm unloved and I'm aching, I want to go home.

I'm twisted and torn, I want to go home.

I'm distant and worn, I want to go home.

I'm shocked and I'm stunned, I want to go home.

I'm defeated and done.

I want to go home.

It's not in her touch,
It's not in her grace.
It's not in the soft
of the skin on her face.

It's not in her smile,
It's not in her teeth,
It's not in the spirit,
that rests underneath.

It's not in her laughter,
It's not in her warm guise.
It's not where you think...

but it's there...

...in her eyes.

Two thousand dollars and thirty three cents.
Is that what I am to you?
Is that what I meant?

An outstanding deal for a reasonable price.
You wanted your cut.
You wanted your slice.

"You'll be happy pal, she's a hell of a bargain"
You don't love me at all,
Not by any sane margin.

Robbed of my dignity, confined to a cell.
Just so you'll make the sale,
and I'll rot in hell.

There is a drug that
rips through my veins
and thrashes my body around
with reckless abandon.

There is a chemical
it electrifies my skin,
makes my heart race,
and ravages my body.

There is a substance,
that ripples through my hair,
dilates my eyes,
and makes my mind dance.

There is a concoction,
that blurs everything around me,
and locks in my spirit
to the whims of my flesh.

It is You.

She met him on a blind date,
At the old Tree Top Cafe,
They were talking, they were laughing,
It was a gorgeous summers day.

Before long things had grown
Into something so much more.
They couldn't wait to see the wonders
The future had in store.

The one night, a fancy dinner,
And an in house five piece band,
They were tearing up that dance floor,
Swinging 'round near hand in hand.

The music was electric,
It became their special tune.
And by the time song was over,
They were the darlings of the room.

They danced like no one's watching,
They danced with all their heart.
Two people meant to be together,
Romance, passion, drama, art.

Soon the wedding bells were ringing,
She looked so lovely dressed in white,
Two hundred fifty in the chapel,
It was a fascinating sight.

But not quite one year later,
She barely had the ring.
Three and a half months pregnant.
He came home and packed his things.

He said it wasn't working,
But she was not to blame.
He said there was no other woman,
Just his own remorse and shame.

Soon it would be revealed,
He deceived her and he lied,
And on that day inside her soul,
The lovely music died.

So she's alone and crass and bitter,
How did this ever come to be?
The truth behind the man he was,
Why did she never truly see?

Then some long months later
On a lonely winters day,
She'll put the music on again,
And when the song begins to play...

She'll dance like no ones watching
She'll dance with all her heart,
She won't let him take it from her,
She won't let it fall apart.

Her son is five years old now,
He's an amazing little kid.
Someday he'll know her sacrifices,
And why she did the things she did.

It hasn't all been easy,
She's seen her share of grim.
But everything was worth it,
If not for her, than him.

And the old ex is out there somewhere,
But she could not care any less,
She doesn't need the headaches,
And she doesn't need the stress.

She has done just fine without him,
And though its true he did her wrong.
She's got it all together now,
And she's taken back her song.

She'll dance like no ones watching,
She'll dance with all her heart,
She'll dance her way to freedom,
She will never fall apart.

Silently tracking, I've come here to listen.
That is my duty,  That is my mission.
Truth be told, I'm surprised to be in this position,
but I play the cards I get dealt, so I've made my decision.

People, they talk and they shout and they chatter.
When often they need to ask: "Hey now, what's the matter?"
Maybe if we can shut down the noise and the clatter,
We can get to the heart of a soul that's been shattered.

So keep your lips sealed and speak with your ears,
That's how we beat the frustration and fears.
Just listen and see what fresh movement appears,
When your heartbeat is stronger and your mind finally clears.

I'm just hanging on this Christmas tree,
Silent and rather dutifully.
Amazed at all the things I see,
In the bustle of December.

I've got some multi-colored friends,
and just enough warm tinsel ends.
I hope each year, that Santa sends
A Christmas to remember,

I don't mess with candy canes,
I just stay the path and keep my lane.
I'm kind of shiny and kind of plain,
so cut me a little slack.

Soon enough, the laughter's done,
The unwrapping's over, the songs are sung.
The turkey eaten, the moments won,
And to my cardboard home, I'm back.

Go out there now ye varmint ****,
You'd best move fast now. Run, run, run.
Ye mustn't take me for a fool,
I was watching when you broke the rules.

Slashed the ropes and loosed your lip,
tried to wreck my dear old ship.
Bad for you this pirate be,
Now find your grave fresh in the sea!

One step, two steps, three steps, go!
No mercy heathen, **, **, **!
No more gold nor *** for you,
No more plunder, no more stew.

I wouldn't save ye if I could,
now go on and walk that piece of wood.
Before long I'm sure You'll know
No mercies from the muck below.

The boys are here to watch the sentence,
and there shall be no appeal or repentance.
The jury ruled, the judge has spoken,
and the fury of the waves has woken.

Pray if ye want, it's your last breath.
Soon awaits a sudden death.
And if instead you choose to scoff,
I'll be quick to shove ye off.

Let the skill of my hands
Create something unique
And beautiful
Regardless of how impure
The clay may be.

Through the mist of lonely mountains deep,
Where danger waits in demons keep.
We'll venture forth, towards the north,
Facing shadows within the steep.

Up on the ridge, ferocious beasts attack,
With flailing sword, we push them back.
At birth of night, we'll win the fight,
Triumph finds us there in the black.

Wind and snow thrash over the icy peak,
As we press on, but tired and weak.
The journey long, our spirits strong,
Ancient treasure is what we seek.

Three weeks on, in the heart of the burning core,
Restless muse of travelers lore.
And up ahead, the fire spreads,
With brilliant and thunderous roar.

As we search for long forgotten gold,
Through rivers bleak and castles old.
We won't abate or hesitate,
To seize the prize that's been foretold.

In the fog, we walk through the swamp land blind,
All pain and fear, left far behind.
Our desperate chore, the golden door,
Out there waiting for us to find.

And on that day, when the gold shines in our hands,
we'll be warriors and kings of man.
A victory earned, the shadows burned,
A day of reckoning for centuries planned.

It's the source of all my tears,
It's the sum of all my fears,
It's the knife that's chipped away at me
for far too many years.

It's the tingle on my skin,
It's the empty loss within,
It's the wave of stark confusion,
as my time is running thin.

It's my panic in the crowd,
It's the silent and the loud,
It's the end of my solemn dignity,
and the freedom it allowed.

It's a growing cloud of noise,
It's coming from the girls and the boys,
It rips through me like whirlwind,
and does not give back what it destroys.

In my garden sits a flower.
Just a solitary rose.
Why it grows there with no other.
Perhaps God only knows.

The winds have yet to take it down,
It survived the summer storms.
No animal has ripped it up,
It’s stands tall in perfect form.

The soil’s not so great there.
It’s somewhat hidden from the light.
Yet it stays there, calm and beautiful,
Through the day and night.

Not a single mark or blemish,
Not a petal out of place.
Rising up so strong and stoic,
Thing of beauty and of grace.

I’ve lost much in this garden,
And perhaps that’s how it goes,
But sure as the sun will rise again,
I still have my perfect rose.

This tiny, vibrant flower,
Best thing my garden ever grew.
I wonder: Was it put here
So I’d always think of you?

A rose is a rose.
So they say, as it goes.
It dances around
as the artists compose.

In the garden in rows.
Quite at home, I suppose.
Why do we dream of a rose?
No one really knows.

It moves and it flows.
It changes and grows.
As our secrets expose
the soft scent of the rose.

I don't care if Monday's great,
Tuesday, Wednesday keep it straight,
Thursday things just may negate,
but Friday I'm in Pain

Monday might just bring some rest,
Tuesday, Wednesday pass the test,
Thursday I'm not even stressed,
but Friday I'm in Pain

Rain, rain, wash me away.
Drown me in the depths, let my spirit decay.

Lost and lifeless, adrift in the flood,
no fire in my heart, no surge in my blood.

Endlessly grasping at things not meant to be.
Left to live out forever in the cold of the sea

Rain, rain, wash me away.
Perhaps I'll find solace in this madness of grey.

It was another sunny morning and I was in bed all alone,
My lower back would barely move and pain surged through my bones.
I stared beyond the window to the gorgeous day outside,
And from my bedroom prison I just cried and cried and cried.

I would give most anything to be the one I was before,
This disease has taken all my body had from me and more.
Now a constant stream of scripts and multicolored pills,
And each day in the mailbox, a brand new load of bills.

Doctors, nurses, hospitals and my insurance corporation,
They do their best to bleed me dry in my recurring desperation.
Surcharges, fees and copays, it's always much the same.
I grow so tired and weary of this wretched little game.

Now I'm faced with selling most of the meager things I own,
Just so that the debt collectors stop blowing up my phone.
I try to put a brave face on and smile for the world,
But just a bit below the skin I'm coming so unfurled.

I didn't decide to be this way, I can't help that I am sick,
But sometimes this society can lay the guilt on thick.
Don't judge what you don't understand, it's not a wise position.
I bet you'd feel differently if we shared the same condition.

Sometimes I really have no clue what I'm supposed to do,
but I have folks that love me and are trying to pull me through.
They're always there to make me smile and lend a helping I hand,
I want to make it up to them but I'm not sure that I can.

I wish I'd never heard the name of this horrible disease,
I wish there was some change in which I'd finally be set free.
Though I'm not at all too thrilled to face the fresh pain of tonight,
I want to make it clear to you: I'm not giving up this fight.

Welcome aboard it's nice to have you here,
Come join the folks who want to disappear.
We will answer any questions now, although
our destination's not for you to know.

Place your luggage in the bin and take a seat.
There's plenty of lost people here to meet.
We've got killers, fools, and broken hearts,
And souls smashed into near a million parts.

Odds are you'll find a desperate soul or two,
And be sure not to fully trust the crew.
You may be growing uncomfortable inside,
but that's a part of what comes with the ride.

Pay no attention to the safe that's always locked.
The dining car is open and fully stocked.
On this railway, you'll find everything you need,
Even if in the end you have to bleed.

There's not much time now left before we leave,
So say your goodbyes and don't forget to grieve.
Because once this train gets rolling down the track,
There's no one that is going to make it back.

Yesterday I realized,
Of all the things that matter to me,
Ultimately, only few are critical.

Alluring as you are,
Laughing alongside me.
We dance the night away,
And seal it with a kiss.
You look at me with passion,
Seducing me with your piercing gaze.

Love is such a fleeting thing.
It can catch you off guard in an instant.
Eternally, I wonder: Why?

He was a nasty looking *******,
with a ragged face and a scowl.
Full of muscles, full of rage,
and a scar upon his jowl.

His head was covered in tattoos,
and he wore a tattered shirt.
His arms lashed out like pythons,
and his fists were caked with dirt.

His eyes were dark and angry,
His heart was black and cold.
His soul was filled with a fury,
such a madness to behold.

Like a hunter, he latched on to his prey,
with a giant bat in tow.
And when he found the moment right,
he struck a killing blow.

He looked upon his fallen foe,
and laughed a giant belly laugh.
Then he grabbed the lifeless form,
and broke it clean in half.

He was a nasty looking *******,
with a ragged face and scowl.
And unfortunately for you and me,
he's still out there on the prowl.

I used to enjoy your gentle touch.
And the lovely nights we danced.
The moonlight showing off
the true beauty of your skin.

The laughter we shared
walking beneath the giant oaks,
while the birds serenaded us.

Those intense and precious moments
When the world around us just washed away...

Now, I am left to watch you through the glass
While I wait for the darkness to flee.
And I shall still love you from a distance.
Dreaming of the day we can dance again.

You stole my heart.
You stole my soul.
I'm off the rails.
There's no control.

You stole my strength,
You stole my pride.
I'm alone and lost
and cold inside.

You stole my smiles,
You stole my joy.
There was so little
you did not destroy.

You stole my vigor,
You stole my grace.
Now I'm wounded
in a desperate place.

You stole my light,
left me trapped in black.
You stole everything...

...and I want it back.

It can't be stabbed.
It can't be shot.
It can't be blown up.

It can't be poisoned.
It can't be strangled.
It can't be suffocated.

It can't be cured.
It can't be remedied.
It can't be healed.

It can't be seen.
It can't be sensed.
And I'm starting to wonder...

...if it can't be stopped.

The doctor’s left the room now dear,
It’s only you and me,
Until this moment I never knew,
How difficult this would be.

I know the time is getting late,
the moon is hanging high,
and a solitary quiet tear
is trickling from your eye.

These days have been so trying,
I know you badly want to rest,
But if you are willing to allow me,
I have one small request:

Let’s go dancing one more time,
The way we always did,
And tear up that old wooden floor,
Like two lovestruck young kids.

You used to love our nights out,
I can still see that winning smile,
We had the best moves of anyone,
A truly special style.

The years, they passed so quickly,
And our bodies slowed us down,
But every time that music played,
We just had to move around.

It’s no secret that a day will come,
When we’ll have to say goodbye,
But sooner or later we’ll meet again,
At that dance club in the sky.

And I’ll be there dressed to the nines,
The band will start to play,
I’ll take my lady by the hand,
And have one thing left to say:

Let’s go dancing one more time,
We’ll tear up that old floor,
And by the time the song ends,
We’ll still be wanting more...

If only I could turn back the clock
just a little bit
to see your smiling face again
to remember what I've forgotten
to know you still love me
no matter what...

..It would all be worth it.

I thought this thing was finished.
I thought it was over.
But yet, here I am.
Dangling on the edge of a cliff.
Staring at the torturous ground below.
Wondering if rescue is coming,
Or if I am doomed to plummet
angrily to the murky depths.

Together, but at a distance.
We enjoy the beauty of spring.

The sun is shining, the water is clear,
it's a postcard perfect day.

But as much as I want to hug you,
I cannot.

Such is the brave new world we live in.

And never before today
have I realized how much it means to me
to feel someone elses skin touch mine.

For now though I must be content
to merely imagine your caress.

Do you recall the day the towers fell?

I remember it clearly. The pain, so well.

People running, a cascade of tears.

A nation gripped by anger, fears.

Heartbreak and sorrow, when terror spoke.

Freedom and honor, engulfed in smoke.

But when it cleared, Old glory there.

Waving defiantly in the air.

What are we all really?
Except for echoes of our dreams
floating in a magical sea.
Surely as the sun sets each day
I'll be there on the shore
Waiting for your ship to come in
And then we'll dance together.

There so many things I had to say
That I never told you.
But maybe I didn't need to.
Maybe, in some distant, soulful way
You already knew.
And You already loved me for it.

What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be alive?
Maybe tonight's not the night
for questions or vague ponderances.
Maybe tonight is just for you and me,
Together, embraced under the twilight.

Do you remember what was in the air
that night we dreamt in Winnipeg?
The north so carefully veils her secrets,
We'll unlock them one by one.
Not today, not tomorrow, but right here in this moment.
We are the fragrance on the ice.

When the temperate moment is over,
I'll be taken away up the river.
To find my own blessed place.
Where vibrant wilderness calls out to me
sets my northern heart on fire
and wait for the day you come to me again.

What are we tonight my dear?
Except for echoes of our dreams
floating in a magical sea.
Surely as the sun sets each day,
I'll be there on the shore
Waiting for your ship to come in
and then we'll dance together.

There are so many things I had to say.
That I never told you.
But maybe I didn't need to.
Maybe, in some distant, soulful way
you already knew.
And you already loved me for it.

In the great hall of shadows,
I found myself
Viciously face to face
With my worst fears.

It was as dreadful
and beautiful
as I thought it would be.

How did we ever end up in this tragedy?

And how are we ever going to escape it?

Sheets of cold rain pour down from the clouds,
covering the sullen, black dressed mourning crowds.
Row after row of fresh looking white crosses,
Has there been anything gained from these terrible losses?

It's just one more ceremony, another farewell,
to more brave young men who couldn't make it through hell.
You listen to the speeches and the notes of the dirge,
And through every moment, there's not but a surge...

...of emotion, of morals, of human expression.
Just an unstoppable combat obsession.
"It's just part of the game" that's what you say,
"we must keep fighting on until we win the day!"

We thought you would free us, we bought into the speech,
You made us believe a better life was in reach.
So we went to the polls and chose you as the one,
setting up a disaster that can't be undone.

There can be no excuses now, don't even bother,
You sealed our fate like lambs to the slaughter.
You think you're a leader, you think you're a man?
We should have stopped this before it even began.

The war drums were beating, you just had to listen,
you were committed to the cause, a slave to the mission.
"Get me the guns, get me the ammo,
get me the tanks, the helmets, the camo!"

There's no peace in your mind, just perpetual war,
got to end all the conflict, got to settle the score.
There's no second guessing, no restraint and no waiting,
there's no need for diplomacy or endless debating.

There's only the guns going off in the shadows,
only the soldiers running fresh to the battle.
And as you gaze upon the river of blood on the floor,
all you think to yourself is "I got to have more."

How many night raids and bombs will it take,
until you think "maybe I made a mistake..."?
How many body bags,  how many graves,
before you conisder the way you behave?
  
There may be an escape here,a pathway to peace.
Would we ever see it if the cannons don't cease?
But you'd never want a truce, couldn't handle the silence,
you need the action, the marching, the violence.

No longer human, you're a terrible beast,
there's famine all around you, but you've got the feast.
You need the caviar, the champagne, the steak,
who cares about the poor souls you have to break?

The wounds pile up, the true reality stuns,
but you're numb to it all: "Just bring me more guns!"
Is there any sanity left do you figure,
when you've got your hand permanently stuck on the trigger?

The mightiest soldier, the general, the king,
but inside your heart lay this terrible thing.
The conscience is absent, there's a dry empty soul,
and a man who is primal and out of control.

There's no sense of calm or peace in your heart,
you're just patiently waiting for the next engagement to start,
Great in the theater, but no good as an actor,
There's no sense of justice, no morality factor.

A wave of change is approaching, my friend, you've been marked,
but still you just sit there in the shadowy dark,
You choose to ignore it, absorbed by your pride,
But they won't go away now, there's thousands outside.

They're sick of living in danger, of living in peril.
they're sick of the mortars, the guns and the barrels.
They've set up a cleansing to get rid of the cancer,
and I don't think they're going to take no for an answer.

You may sit there and think me a fool.
because I point out all the flaws in your rules,
but I guarantee the moment they burst through the doors,
the last shot, the very last death..will be yours.

I do not know.
You come to me in search of answers
that I cannot provide.
The glass is cloudy.
An endless fog envelops me.
Impossible to tell
if it's day or night.
Clarity has abandoned me
on the lonely shore.
The distant muddy thoughts
keep me company.
As to the meaning of this,
there is only one response I can give you:
I do not know.

Should / Shouldn't
Could / Couldn't
Would/ Wouldn't

Win / Lose
Over / Through
Me / You

It was supposed to be simple.

My bones crack from the weight of this.
My muscles ache with pain.
With each passing second
My body nears its limitations.

And ultimately, there are
only two outcomes.

Either I will be pressed
into something brand new.

Or crushed into dust
and carried off with the wind.

I know you.

I know your every thought.

I know your every fear.

And your every dream.

You accuse me of not caring,

But I've been watching.

I've been waiting.

I've been learning.

You just don't know it yet.

So save your angry words,

Save your frustration,

and save your anguish.

Because I  know you.

And when the time is right,

You'll know too.

How do you write in the chaos?
How do you find the words?
When all of the streets are empty?
And the parks are left to the birds?

How do you write in the madness?
How do you find your voice?
When every part of our planet
is faced with a difficult choice?

How do you write in the darkness?
How do you find the light?
When you see weary warriors around you
and you're not sure if they're winning the fight?

How do you write in this frenzy?
How do you find the right verse?
While you sit all alone in your bedroom
and wait for the storm to disperse?

I did so much for you.

So many things.

So many wonderful, painful things.

I walked the long walks.

I traveled the ragged roads.

I climbed the icy mountains

and I went over the mighty cliffs.

Now I am left with practically nothing.

Save for my own shattered spirit.

I think what bothers me the most.

Is how gradually you took it from me.

Day by day.

Hour by hour.

Minute by minute.

You kept chipping away.

More.

and more.

and more.

Until there was so little left of me I could barely stand.

You threw me into the wilderness.

And left me to drift in the storms.

You probably thought I would die quickly.

But I am still out here. Cold, empty, waiting.

Waiting for the moment when you find yourself in this wilderness.

And it is here, in the loneliness with me,

that your final judgment

will be cast upon you.

And I will be the one

to drop the hammer.

What was will be.

What is will be no more.

And then finally, the storms will consume us both.

Forever.

There we are at war,
the men of a hundred flags.
Prejudice and tyranny,
and a wave of body bags.

We don't care if it's religion,
gender, race or creed,
whatever your dividing line,
we've got the fight you need.

There's polished propaganda,
playing on the radio,
Got to get the meat to all the wolves,
So they'll move on with the show.

You might call it ***** politics,
but don't blame the legislature.
This my friend, is flesh and blood.
Simple human nature.

The guns are fully loaded,
the line of tanks have started rolling.
Surely you must understand,
the views that I'm extolling.

Some may call it inhumane,
or unfair extermination.
But sacrifices must be made,
to rebuild this torn nation.

You're either with us or against us,
there can be only one decision.
When we strike, we strike to ****,
with utmost sharp precision.

Don't worry friend, you'll have your wish
when the noble war is done.
Finally you'll see the day,
This country stands as one.

Let it go.
Just let it go.
Tell me all the things you know.

I won't be afraid,
I won't be surprised.
Show me the mysteries, secrets and lies.

Pull back the veil,
Shine a light on the scars,
Let me for once see who you really are.

Shatter the barriers,
bring down the wall,
Give me everything or nothing at all.

Take off the mask,
Show me your skin.
Let me embrace all the madness within.

Let it go.
Just let it go.
Tell me all the things you know.

I find my place
With the fear you will not forgive
the harms I caused you
I will always regret that night
fatigued and consumed
my eternal sentence
will pass down
the great judge
traps me in this prison
the deep of my loneliness
There are you are.

She beckons me with fireflies,
there's concrete sadness in her eyes.
Leave me soon these complex walls,
Of dust and steel waterfalls.
Guide me with your neon beams,
Through this sonic maze of dreams.
Out there in the summer heat,
Where flames burn up and down the street.
Lost in the glow of asphalt haze,
Dreaming of my younger days.
Waiting for my long lost friends,
At the grey place where the sidewalk ends.