How's this feeling still so foreign?
I've trekked this, footprints sunk into soil,
Mud curling around dusty boots,
******* them down into the depths.

I'd hate to reiterate it once again,
We fell apart for a reason or two,
Maybe this is my own punishment,
For falling in love but hating the closeness.

Is this enveloping light natural?
Will it sit on faded skin or seep into bones?
It feels like I've started over again,
Please forgive me if I can't hold the sun.

I'd hate to reiterate it once again,
We fell apart for a reason or two,
Maybe this is my own punishment,
For falling in love but hating the closeness.

It's nothing, nevermind.
It's better if I stay inside,
Count my wrist lines,
Tell everyone I'm alive.

There's a smile in every picture of us,
Does that explain away the pain?
Does it excuse the shouting and fighting?
We were happy a few times,
But those few times,
Are outweighed by the crimes.

Rain falls so often where I stay to live,
So I walk outside and talk to the sky,
Contriving my words so that I might be lying,
To myself and the dark grey sky beyond.

Sometimes I forget that towns like mine bring creatures into our hears,
Rainfall in Hometown,
Bringing about ghouls I could never face,
And the homes that turn into beasts to roam every single night.

Then I lay down on the wet grass and pick at the greens,
In worry, in thought, so distraught, that I'm in this disarray,
Distraught, that I taught the thoughts to flock to death and distress,
My hands are cold and wet with raindrops that I like to call teardrops,
I talk to myself and the dark grey sky beyond,

Sometimes I forget that towns like mine bring creatures into our hears,
Rainfall in Hometown,
Bringing about ghouls I could never face,
And the homes that turn into beasts that roam every single night.


Drops falling into my eyes so that I can see a little clearer the next day,
The only problem is that colors shift and warp through my view,
Capturing my pupil's time,
Grasping onto the grass as I start sinking into the rainbow raindrops,
Contrasting colors faded my killjoy, rebel heart.

Terrifying, melding, my world's colliding,
I'm a long lost son, waiting for the pale sky to part it's clouds,
So that maybe I can find the answer or the meaning to my life,
Opening my chest,
I talk to myself and the dark grey sky beyond.

Rain falls so often where I stay to live,
So I walk outside and talk to the sky,
Contriving my words so that I might be lying,
To myself and the dark grey sky beyond,
Then I lay down on the wet grass and pick at the greens,
In worry, in thought, so distraught, that I'm in this disarray,
Distraught, that I taught the thoughts to flock to death and distress,
My hands are cold and wet with raindrops that I like to call teardrops,
I talk to myself and the dark grey sky beyond,
Drops falling into my eyes so that I can see a little clearer the next day,
Then I begin to sing, "La-da-la-da-la-la."
Then I begin to sing, "La-da-la-da-la-la."

When sitting within the room where I was reborn,
I cannot tell if the fumes that I exhale are toxic,
When I'm so afraid for anyone to know me,
For what if they find out I'm a tyrant before I do?

Sitting in a crowded room with the lights,
Bearing down on my shoulders and tongue,
Manage the twisting shame through trials,
I am a twisted beast full of sin and carnage.

I am a twisted beast full of sin and carnage,
A dictator pleading with deities for forgiveness,
Ravage the next night with vicious vices,
I am nothing more than a young and dumb kid.

Sitting in a crowded room with the lights,
Bearing down on my shoulders and tongue,
Manage the twisting shame through trials,
I wish I was confident in my impoverished crimes.

Don't look my way, no, cause I'll feel it,
Bitterness that crawls into my throat-

Is it that I'm a bad dog?
Am I dog trained to protect myself?
Or am I a stray yearning for a home?
Can I follow someone home and curl into their lap?
Can I lick my own wounds and share them carefully?
Or will my hackles begin to raise as my lip curls?
Or will I turn to bite and tear at the hand's flesh?

Sitting in a crowded room with the limelights,
Bearing down on my shoulders and tongue,
Manage the twisting shame through trials,
I am a twisted beast full of sin and carnage.

I am as I was raised to be.

Things are killing me and tearing me up,
Inside out,
Guts to eyes,
Wreck my vibe in discordant nights,
I’m afraid that I’ll loose control and take back my tar black crown.

I’m the ruler of a tainted empire,
I’m the saint that your mother warned you of,
I’ll cut you down and string you up along the forest paths.

I won’t cross my fingers cause I’m not scared to die,
Breaking bones,
Come on home,
I’ll hold you down and bruise your back,
You’re the victim of God tonight.

I’m the ruler of a tainted empire,
I’m the saint that your mother warned you of,
I’ll cut you down and string you up along the forest paths.

I’m just your average boy,
Black fingers and black roses,
Corrupted carnage carriages,
Scared for your family are you now?
I’ve the lord of your life,
Now kneel before I make you, my darlings...

What would I give,
Just to keep you close,
I hope I stay close,
To your inner world.

Will you remember?
Remember tonight,
Remember yesterday,
Do you recall with fondness?

Do I overestimate your conscious?
Does the voice appreciate,
Tell you to take a moment,
Take snapshots of the split seconds.

Will you remember?
Remember tonight,
Remember yesterday,
Do you recall with fondness?

It's not that deep,
Let's just be kings,
Lose a couple games,
What's the latest in your world?

Hold your reservations,
For just a while longer,
I know you see I'm crumbling,
And you know there's nothing you can do,
Just hold on a little longer.

I'm slowly seeing colors,
Getting some more sober,
Will it finally be over,
Once I find my home and hunker?

Creeping up behind me,
Holding it over my head,
What else should it possibly be?
Where could have I been lead?
If not for the searing fire under my skin?

I'm slowly seeing colors,
Getting less and less sober,
Will it finally be over,
Once I find my home and hunker?

If I'm wild, If I'm uncontrollable,
Then I'm untouchable,
Don't you ******* touch me,
You sickly mangy hog,
I am nothing but god,
No I swear, I'm above it all,
I am, I promise, I beg,
Stop prying, stop vying,
I'm lost, I am, I beg,
Please call for the cops,
They'll shoot me,
Shoot me dead before you enter.

I'm slowly losing visibility,
Getting much less sober,
It'll never be over,
I'll never find a home outside my pretty head.

Hold your reservations,
For just a while longer,
I know you see I'm crumbling,
And you know there's nothing you can do,
Just hold on a little longer,
I'm finding ways to crack walls,
Taking chisels and hammers,
Please, hold on somewhat longer.

Waves of memories inside my palm,
You were a friend but I wanted more,
Turned out you did as well,
Wheels turn inside my head,
Water keeps my lips from drying up,
I wish that you had told me sooner.

You were scared so I understand,
You're not perfect and neither am I,
So rest against the shore, I forgive you,
You were good to me always,
She held the water above your head,
Never let you leave, silently.

We both fell so far those months,
The tide kept coming up,
Keep us below the water and we'll drown,
I am so proud of you,
You made it through the pain,
Got the water above your head and ran away.

Of course, I forgive you,
Let's catch up and go to the beach,
Summer's been great how about you?
I hope we see each other again,
I hope we see each other again.

Revolve songs
resonance, emotion, rhythm
Irregular beat
singing, exposed, beauty,
Branded music,
stuck, insomniac, listen.

There's something peeking through my window,
On the third floor of the building,
I can feel it's breath against the window,
I begin to feel the fear,
Rise up into my throat.
Quickly I disintegrate into the tiny grains of sand,
that litter my dark bedroom floor,
My frame is shrinking and I’m sinking,
Oh so patiently,
Into the billions of grains of sand,
I find something stuck inside the grains,
There's a bottle in the sand and it's sealed beyond opening,
When I try to pop the cap it laps through time and I'm back on the floor inside on my bathroom floor,
The blood won't stop when I plead it to,
Miles of bottles and I keep picking the wrong one,
My eyes play tricks on me to make believe that I can see the end of the earth,
My hopes arise but the cap screws itself back on.
And I'm gone.