And I'll await your place,
Among the stars above,
It's just who you are,
But then you seem so far.

You try to rough me up,
Make me plead,
Then maybe I'd say goodnight,
So you can say goodbye.

You are everything,
That I am worth,
And you can't see,
Help me please.

You try to rough me up,
Make me plead,
Then maybe I'd say goodnight,
So you can say goodbye.

Scream at me,
Tear at my heart,
So then you'd ask,
Could you help me please?

You try to rough me up,
Make me plead,
Then maybe I'd say goodnight,
So you can say goodbye.

Scalding water,
Inside the palm of your hand,
And I'll take all that to pour down my throat,
So you will not let go.

All she can see are the black clouds,
The rolling thunder,
The falling rain,
All she'll ever know is how to lose to a landslide,
The shifting mud,
The ***** sand,
All I'll ever know is that I wasn't good enough

For the land underneath my time
It's a crowd of thunder
from a man into a crow
becomes the king, himself.

Brick by brick
we can build this kingdom
from the bones up
your reign has ended

Now back off
cause I'm taking back what's rightfully mine
fulfilling the prophecy I created
give me your famous last words

I'm sending you down a rabbit hole
why don't you let me know where it goes?
there's something at the end you'll want to see
the anger that infested me now out to get you

Where will you run?
when you've got no place to hide.

I've come down from heaven,
To set your souls on fire,
My unfulfilled desire,
To watch you burn away.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.

In the off-red lighting,
I am here ruling for pay,
Nobody can take my today,
Don't mess with me.

When soldiers come marching,
Will you all scream and run?
Or will you sit and just be done?
I'm not nice but neither are you.

I'm the king of you,
Bow down at my knees,
I like to hear your pleas,
It fuels my pent-up rage.

And they're cunning in their ways,
They're not absent-minded plays,
Cause they'll get what they want,
Even if it means you've got to rot.

And what happens when the immortal is killed?
Where does the ghost stay when he's forgotten?
When does the tyranny fall at the hands of the innocent?
Why is everyone so angry at everybody?

Memories left to produce mold,
Power that a dictator will hold,
Jump to the creek and cry out, "please"
"Whoever will I be?"

And what happens when the immortal is killed?
Where does the ghost stay when he's forgotten?
When does the tyranny fall at the hands of the innocent?
Why is everyone so angry at everybody?

Laugh at me,
I’m gonna dance and yell,
I’m the reason you’re in love,
Now shut up and give me a kiss.

You’re a town full of sinners,
I’m a man with a flavor of bitter wine,
Together we make an empire.

Break down me,
I’m gonna scream and cry,
I’m the reason you broke your skin,
Aren’t I?
Thinking that I’m a figure eight,
Round and around,
No different than the last.

I’ve been stuck since freshman year,
I act like I drink too much caffeine,
I feel the need to apologize so hey, I’m sorry,
I’m learning that growing up is the way forward today again.

You’re a town full of hate,
I’m a man who tastes of bittersweet ****,
Together we make a vengeance filled empire.

A counter defense that’s labeled repent,
It’s backwards I bent to see what you meant
Yet I resent the sentence you sent,
The message is *******, It left a big dent,
It’s all of this rage, it’s all been pent,
Inside of my bedroom, I’ll pay your rent,
Take one more step and see the dread hidden inside of the ceiling vent.

Make your 3 wishes last,
If you’re not looking,
****, they go fast,
It’s worth the wait if you see the reckoning.

The son of a skeleton does not confide,
With each and every line I write inside,
When the death of the eyes is asked,
I cannot answer with anything but a rasp.

Times two, times three,
Watch very carefully,
As we all pay the fee,
To ask a life of more than being-
I leave- not free-

"Introspect" I tell my frame, who couldn't really care less,
I will try and stare through the mesh,
Which seems to mask the mess,
On the ground the son was sown,
He grew and grew until be became stone.

Equals two, Equals three,
Minus four, Minus five,
The son of a skeleton,
Is shot full of sedative,
Is this definitive?

Lead me to hedges instead of ledges,
I'll take it in slow to rest my bow,
Upon wooded trees will be me.

I was torn and forlorn that I was born,
Why I was so twisted as they insisted,
That I must conform to not transform,
A better person that was inside for sometime.

Remember when we sat under the street lights?
When we never understood where we were,
We liked to pretend that everything was fine,
Remember when we looked up at the stars and stared a while?
Just as young and dumb as we are now,
I wish that I had that courage to say "stay."
Remember when we lied about our feelings?
Thinking we liked anyone else but each other,
Singing songs about the forest and forestry greens,
Swear to God I could regret that kiss,
I need it back, I want it back, Please let me have it again?

Johnny Kid, where were you when she laid in her nursing home,
Drained of life and anesthetized with morphine,
She called for you, Johnny Kid, while you were drunk on Woodland Boulevard,
Her spine frail and weak, breathing heavy and unanswered,
Johnny Kid, you've been getting into the nose candy and momma ain't happy,
She's still resting on her plastic sheets, only seconds away from the forever sleep,
Poor Johnny Kid, looks like he might overdose, on the morphine he stole from the nursing home,
Now momma closes her eyes in disappointment, suddenly she's never waking up and Johnny Kid's hitting the road again.

I address a lot of people,
And a lot of strangers,
To them I tell stories about a promised world,
Yet I never reveal the secret of it all,
Cause I don't really know, myself.

Whether it's heaven or something we make,
I just want the peace of mind that I'm not alone in this,
Hard to speak your mind when your mind is clogged up.

I'm trying to figure it out- what's the purpose of it all?
But I've noticed that the purpose becomes worthless when you compare yourself,
If the drawings in my notebook were ever to be sold, I would make not a cent because- as I'm told by my head- everyone's better than me,
So let the purpose be worthless and pave your own world,
The path has never been set, you're walking a grassy road that hasn't been trodden just yet.

Whether it's heaven or something we make,
I just want the peace of mind that I'm not alone in this,
Hard to speak when your mind is clogged up.

Welcome.
to Democracy,
where people have the choice
but no one uses their voice.

When.
will we learn that,
in order to change,
We.
gotta make our voice heard.

Then.
the sirens will ring out,
Everyone scatters.
into little holes in the broken earth.

I can see the stars,
Flying overhead,
There must be something that I can say,
To get myself to come to life and fall into the sky,
But the cement at my feet has held me there,together,
There’s nothing I can do,
But watch the stars become rockets as they fly overhead,
They like to breach my personality,
Cause I know I’m not right,
I already fight with myself every day of my week.

Could I make it?
Could I be a shapeshifter?
Could I fake it?
Could I be a shoplifter?
I don’t think so.

My deadened and black dreams like to come back to life and taunt me in my nightmares,
The sea seems so far as the I’m plagued with my fears,
Don’t doubt for a moment that I won’t make it there,
My life is just as empty as the next guy ahead,
Who’s made to the sea,
But he falls off the cliff,
I know my fate at last,
As I fall into the salty rocks below.

Could I make it?
Could I be a shapeshifter?
Could I fake it?
Could I be a shoplifter?
I don’t think so.

Could I make it?
Could I be a demon?
Could I fake it?
Could I be a sermon?
I don’t think so.
I know that so.
I don’t think so.
I know that so.

Sunsets on barren land,
Fallen branches in the sand,
Our old oak stump and,
My cold heart comes to an end.

I’m falling asleep at the wheel,
‘Cause been going through this ordeal,
As the sky above fades to something surreal,
The ticking clock will make me fall to a kneel.

Feigning purpose,
Eating at my carcass,
Tugging to the surface.

The precipice seems closer to my eyes,
Watch my convoy as it’ll capsize,
Crashing down below so I’d be eulogized,
And beginning the over synthesized minds.

Feigning purpose,
Eating at my carcass,
Tugging to the surface.

Pull away the peel,
Holding on to an arm of steel,
As it bends and breaks against our deal,
I’d have better luck grasping a pinwheel.

I take these trees and pretend you're there.
I stole these arms to fake my own death.
I stormed the city and got ran over by a taxi cab.
I went back and cried to the heavens.
This isn't easy so leave my body be.
I take these trees and pretend you didn't leave.

Mister Spirit,
How do I speak?
Mister Spirit,
When will I die?
Mister Spirit,
How do you speak?

I follow mounds of burnt down trees and hope it leads me to the will for living.
I stole a gun to **** and undo my existence.
I yell torment as the wind whispers my name.
I felt cold fingers on my shoulder and I know who's here.

Mister Spirit,
How do I speak? (to you)
Mister Spirit,
When will I die? (at last)
Mister Spirit,
How do you speak? (to us)

I only want to scream and cry but I'm held back.
I know my brain is sick and I'm trying to heal it back.
I sink into songs of life but spit out death.
I hate every God alive.
I despise every word you never spoke.
I desperately need your touch on my head.
Lean me back, into the kingdom.

If you're asking me where I'm going tonight,
I won't tell the truth cause I think you know the answer,
I've told the stories of how I'd stare at bathroom stalls until I fell into sleep,
Things don't seem as bright as they used to be and the flowers don't hold the key to happiness in the world,
I've told the stories of how I'd lose myself in blade reflections until I dozed off into sleep,
But I know that I fought a good fight and I'll keep fighting it until my true dying days,
I hope that I never lose myself to my own hands and head.

Standing on the bridge, we are.
Your hand interlocked with mine,
Nearly a year has gone by and I only fall more every day,
I can't help but think about taking an arrow to my knee,
Just so I can tell you what this really means to me,
What you truly mean to me.

I've been backed up against the wall,
And there's been times where I've witnessed innocent killings,
Then again I watch my false father stare at me,
I didn't know what to do with my ******* life.

Then on that bridge,
Your hands interlocked in mine,
There's no backing out as I stare,
Your eyes appear grey but are more alike to a kaleidoscope to me,
And I can't wait to take an arrow to my knee,
Just to see that you truly know your worth in life,
As what I am worth in life.

I can't wait to take an arrow to my knee,
And step down with a heart in my hand,
You're my life goal and accomplishment,
My best friend and my dearest supporter,
Won't you fight for a better life with me,
Cause I'll fight for you and you'll fight for me.

I left a note outside my room,
So sorry you had to read,
Please don't open my door,
There's no space for both you and me,
Just leave me be.

Stars rain through the ceiling,
Gutting all the feeling,
Building a roof seems far too hard,
I'm just gonna quit for now.

I'm a little disaster,
A mess inside a bed,
Inside a wall where all the mice and rats meet,
To congregate my death and celebration after that,
I'm not joking when I say that I'd like to cry,
Watch me cry but don't say goodbye.

Stars crash into the ground,
******* up my day even further,
I tried making you happy but I'm getting mad,
I'm so sorry that I'm ******* angry,
It's so abhorrently stupid, I'm talking of course,
About my stupid **** head.
**** head.

Flood my room with yellow,
The color of the sunlight streaming through the blinds,
And when I gaze at you,
I see everything clearly again.

I know you hate your eyes,
But when I gaze into those irises,
They remind me of milk chocolate,
And they make me melt.

Deep pools of half-melted memories,
I should be over it, I know,
But I miss your gentle laugh,
When you fell asleep on my lap.

Big blue lake of open windows,
That breeze that swept your hair into your face,
And I brushed it away to find that you were gone,
I don't know what I did wrong but-

I know you hated your eyes,
But when I gazed into those irises,
They reminded me of milk chocolate,
And they made me melt.

I hope you're well now-
Do you ever think of me?
And when you do,
was I enough?
Cause you were for me.

There's always a song on my mind
One that I like to call, my suicidal thinking
It's the daily grind
It's the song that reminds that i'm still blinking

You'll tell me, "oh, you poor child"
I'm teetertottering on this bridge
Now I've finally reconciled
You won't find me, standing on the ridge

A rift in my time
they're inside my house
Don't you hear the chimes?
Guess I've entered the madhouse

I'm remembering those times when I said goodnight and fell asleep
Now I'm having to wake every hour
Something else will creep
The air that I taste is sour.

I'm standing without purpouse
I'm standing without meaning
I'm standing and wishing
I'm standing and crying
I'm standing and breaking down

I know I've never said hello,
I know I've never greeted you,
The way they wanted me to,
I hope you understand,
All the lies and deceit that I've felt in my bones,
Draws me back.

But I hope you understand,
That I need to be saved,
I need your embrace,
When I can't see your light,
What do you expect?

I know I've never prayed to you,
I know I've never served your grace,
the way they wanted me to,
I hope you won't cast me down,
All the sins and anger that I have seen,
Draws me back.

Give me something to see, to touch.
Otherwise, I'll be on my way, alone.
I care for what you say,
But I,
Can't see your mind.

I knew it'd happen again,
It always happens and I can never stop it,
I tried over and over to sing myself away.
Never working, I'd just sleep in waking nightmares.
I knew it'd happen again,
The endless cycle of wanting to sleep again,
Upsetting my thinking process and my motivation,
To live and breath to continue to think.
It's back again.
I know it's back again to haunt my sleepless dreams.

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It's overwhelming.
Can you feel it now?

The emptiness in your chest,
accentuating the boulders on your back.

I'm listening to myself cry,
in the last bathroom stall.

I'm pathetic.
I'd think.
I'm worthless.
I'd think.
I should...

It's those choking realization moments
where you know you're digging yourself deeper.
You can't stop it though.
So the hand reaches for the knife.

Is that what you think of me?
The way you grab my hand?
Are you giving me a place to go?
Like maybe your pocketed heart?

Yet in that very moment,
The kaleidoscope begins it's turn,
As the walls turn to stone,
so I'm left all alone.

You hold his hand and breath his ash,
But he's not looking into your eyes,
He's not giving you his heart but docking it away,
Why can't you see?
There's lack of love and a spoonful of lust.

I won't get in between this love-hate war,
You killed yourself to wear the skin,
And underneath all the grime and tides,
I think you are lovely,
He thinks you've got a good body.

I think you are gorgeous,
He thinks you are dangerous.

I think you are lovely,
He's thinking, "Hope we do this roughly."

Is that what you think of me?
The way you grab my hand?
Are you giving me a place to go?
Like maybe your pocketed heart?

Being myself hurts and I wish I could snap my fingers and make things disappear but,
My eyes are glued to the bottom of my chin,
I can't look away from the things on my chest,
And I can't get rid of the past,
This weight that rests on my throat and on my chest,
It holds me down as I cry out.

Hey friend, do you want to exchange?
I know you're feeling a little down about yourself as well,
I've got something you don't so why don't we make a deal?
We can curse whoever for making this mistake together.

When I'm at home and laying in bed,
My mind tends to make up scenarios,
Where my eyes are in my sockets and I can see the world in full color,
Only a little scruff showing itself on my chin,
Or maybe even being confident in the voice that I live with,
But I wake out of these visions and breath before I cry.

Hey friend, do you want to exchange?
I know you're feeling a little down about yourself as well,
I've got something you don't so why don't we make a deal?
We can curse the heavens for making this mistake together.

I hope you're doing okay,
I know it's been hard,
It's never easy for us,
but hey, why don't you stay and talk awhile?
Let's curse whatever made us this way even if we're talking to ourselves.
Even if we are talking to ourselves.

Daggers of glass in my feet,
Expressing myself as best as I can,
Still stumbling through freezing snow,
With glass in my feet.

I'm slowing to a stop,
Beginning to not care what I become,
The glass digs itself deeper once again,
I can walk a thousand miles,
and get nowhere.

That's the idea that I'm presenting,
The glass digging into my bones,
I know that I have nowhere to go,
Lie to me again, will you please?

The glass under my feet hurts so bad,
But I'm walking underneath the surface of the ice,
Maybe I'll find a way in the snowstorm,
but under the ice, I'm frozen.

Walking on the pavement that wishes me goodbye,
Tripping up on my own self-doubts,
The cracks were never there until I blamed,
The cinder king.

The buildings are cracking,
The secrets slipping through,
I was never ill but still I was sent to the pharmacy,
Farming the children who broke the line and wanted to get away.

It has bothered me for way to long,
I have got to go and make a new road,
Cause the one I've been trekking is pooling with blood.

Trading with a demon for some new meaning,
I know you want more but you just will not leave,
This concrete oasis at the edge of the forest.
Hometown is home when you have nowhere else to go.

How high must I fly,
To feel like I'm getting by,
Instead I sit and cry,
Up towards the blue sky,
I continue to deny,
Your words silently reply,
But I know I am but a simple guy,
So why would I ever hear your voice nearby?

Tying to be so cold,
So that I don't feel uncontrolled,
I've lost all my gold,
And I've felt my soul already sold,
To the wind, away as foretold.

I scrape by on broken toes,
And ripped up clothes,
I have been froze,
In place, to decompose,
And placed into comatose,
So forgive me if I repose,
Your thoughts, as my foes.

Tying to be so cold,
So that I don't feel uncontrolled,
I've lost all my gold,
And I've felt my soul already sold,
To the wind, away as foretold.

Let's get our get up on,
Smother confidence on our cheap, black kicks,
Nobody cares that we're there,
But yet I can feel every eye on me.

We're all kids,
In a night to forget,
Cause I was in the bathroom the entire time,
Sorry, to all my friends,
I didn't have a date and anxiety ******* hates me.

Girls and boys at the speakers,
Think that they are hot ****,
Singing along to a song I never could forget,
I'm a cliche in itself,
Don't try and change my mind,
Cause everyone hates me, I know.

We're all kids,
In a night to forget,
Cause I was in the bathroom the entire time,
Sorry to all my friends,
I didn't cave a date and anxiety ******* hates me.

Sorry to all my friends,
I should've gone alone,
I should've stayed home.

I just wanna settle down,
Not in a town,
But in a throne,
With a crown,
No such thing as a frown when I'm here,
Yet there's such a thing as fear,
What I hear by my ear could possibly be tears.

I'm a ******* stupid dreamer,
Listen to me because I'm getting meaner,
This isn't my demeanor either,
I'm just a ***** mouth-breather.

Frustrated because I'm not there,
Watch as the air gets heavier,
My legs bare of flesh,
I'm a fresh threat,
of a system of mass warfare.

I'm not a king and that's a problem,
Set up those marksmen and watchmen,
postmortem clever little criminal.

Why do you keep guessing,
The emotions that are pressing,
Inside my brain's distressing,
You do not know the depressing,
my suicidal head's wrestling.

Back away from my choices,
You are one of the many faces,
That tell me I am voiceless,
That tell me I am faceless.

Stop.
Repeat what you just commanded,
Do you really think that I've just abandoned,
Remember I that am left-handed,
A voice that you take for granted,
But I have the advantage.

I am here to make my own purpose,
Even if I drown, I'll resurface,
You're only seeing me from the purchase
I will not be treated like a circus.

For now I might flightless,
Maybe a little sightless,
But I will find the brightness,
Where I will become priceless.

Im holding onto you.
Now I'm holding onto you.
All I'm holding onto is you.
Grasping and holding onto you.

Well, here we go again.
The nights come to an end,
My eyes haven't closed,
Not a single wink of sleep,
For me.

A madman playing games,
With his own fragile mind,
Do you think he cares?
Well, I know he doesn't!
So, you shouldn't care either.

The moon plays with his nightlife,
The sun just loves to pry,
Like a couple hounds that'd tear him up,
It's looking rather dire.

Sure, you could yell and cry,
That he's hurting his own head,
Well, ****, he knows, so just go,
He'll blow you off and kiss your mom,
Then go **** your dad,
What?

Delerium begins to set in,
I think it was always there,
It's easier to hide otherwise,
So excuse him while he tries.

Cover me from the rain,
With the tarp you stole from the neighbor's garage,
I'm a sponge that's ****** up too much liquid,
Anymore and I just might gain some weight,
With the weight that rests on my shoulders I don't want anymore,
Cause my frail knees might crumble under me,
And I will lay face down on the ground,
Unable to make a sound and while you surround, I'll be breaking down.

There's something creeping in the dark
Lurking in the darkest corners of my head
I know what it seeks, what it wants from me
And it's going down on my carcass tonight.

I have nothing to my name
So no matter what I say
I'll just be a pile of bones the next day
Nobody cares for the broken boy
I'm an attention seeking *****
I better find my way home before he dines on me.

The violence in the air
Keeping my brain ******* on
Warns me of something big
So I run the way I did when I was born.

I have nothing to my name
So no matter what I say
I'll just be a pile of bones the next day
Nobody cares for the broken boy
I'm an attention seeking *****
I better find my way home before he dines on me.