Jesus Christ, why don't I understand?
We're just atoms in the eve of another light
Balancing our chemistries on a million strands
Will it all happen again, or will it end with night

Darling, Eve,
Heaven seems so beautiful now, but when you're dead, what's a life to you then?
Living on the premises that you'll be living forever, with out pain.
Balancing your chemistries on a spectrum of gray

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

And when I try to reach for the sky,
My roots remind me,
That heaven's just too high
Your minds gotta be a concept of it's own
We're self-grown

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

So cloud your head in the sky,
But keep your ground
Cause in the end will the world finally bend
And what used to be round, just might suspend

I take the time everyday to drive outside of my mind
To drive and leave everything deemed important aside
I dream, but I couldn't leave it all behind

They call themselves roots, but I've seen plants walk before
They say they've a heart under that trunk
And they sure as hell can't leave

And the clowns leave the circus to play games
They leave the world to live under a new name
Making jokes that no one ever hears

It's 4 passed 2004
And you're so little hiding under your hair
You're so careless, teenager, you're coming of age in a pretentious rage

And our parents close the blinds
And they changed the codes on the safe when we had almost figured it out
And the paradox resumed, as we got our guns from another house
And we blow holes in the sky
Just to show God we didn't need him to learn how to fly
We blew holes in their brains just to show them what really dies

We're on the verge of breaking through to another side
But you let to soon for us to even say goodbye
We weren't too close, but we could have been
If only we took a moment to understand

So why don't you wake up and get out of that car
So we can rest aside in peace
Because it's better if you just turned around and left a crease
In the corner of the diary you lead
Before you get a papercut, and cease to bleed

Although not a sister of mine
You were the sister of many brothers alongside
That I have grown to cherish, and to love, and to guide
That all wish they could have talked you out of that ride

And as our bloodline runs cold, sister,
Please remember, I wish we could have set our differences aside.

A scope widened, in a frame suspended
A view appendage holding a crew surfaced
In a battleship full of fools
Above a sea as dense as a mother's love

Scattering shrapnel across a glass lake
Full of neanderthals with cast iron fists
A bunch of mouth breathers, treat me like a name-sake
But they can't see through things as transparent as race.
It's hard to keep this pace, It's hard to keep this pace, when people try steppin' on your shoelace

Every rose has it's thorn, yeah it's true, they've grown many-a-thorn.
That's why we must realize this world's full of heart, but embedded in the vessels it contains the foundations of pain.
Mother tries to remind us of her balance in nature, but we're too focused on the worst, in the worst of ways.
Instead just take a minute to think that the worst is why we have the best, and without these two extremes we cease to exist.
We resist the notion that the worst is the best, and in this we lose our touch with nature's nest.

That's why I ask you not to resist,
To break the glass lake, and unweld your fists
To mend with nature's nurture, and become her future
And rest assured that you're nature's kiss.

Friends, we can get a long in a harmony of jokes
But where are we when one of us chokes

Down on the quarry, where the music silences
And the beats in between our hearts become apparent and orient
And the acoustic birds begin to ring our ears
When the face of an angel, blinks and tears.

Scatter yonder my feelings bare, barely
Before the hint of a moment reaches it's highest point
Cause I find you more beautiful with mascara worn away
Then prettied up for some pesky bar date.

Sad songs chime joy when in rhythm with the feeling
But every song you've sung is so commiserating, when you threaten me with your leaving.

Cause you casted your line too many times
And you're just about out of string
I've been stringing you on with my ***** paws.

And as we embrace this street with our youth
I could tell you one thing to hear
But it might be a different feeling from year to year

And maybe when age takes it's tole
I'll tell you I've just been living in fear
I've just been living in fear, let me tell you
I've just been waiting for the right time to hear.

It's the most painful thing
To think you love someone
And not really know
Cause the distance is feign
And my face droops from the pain

Oh we're not so old
But we're growing older everyday
And that's why miles are turning into minutes
Every day it takes me to get to you
To make you feel again, alive

All I want, is to find comfort in those caffeine eyes
And relieve the pain hidden behind
Rest your head on my chest
And let my heart sing a lullibi

I just want to know who's heart is going to win this race
Because I don't know if I can pace myself now
I cross my fingers we tie, and cross the finish line
With fingers locked
Cause I'd hate to finish holding my own
But if that's how it's gotta be,
Then so be it

Oh we're not so old
But we're growing older everyday
And that's why miles are turning into minutes
Every day it takes me to get to you
To make you feel again, alive
To look into those caffeine eyes

You feel like you're losing yourself when you stop and look at yourself from 3rd person. Most do it unintentionally, but it's because we're constantly being observed, and we don't have the ability to observe ourselves to closely. One wonders, if one is a part of this pseudo-intellectulist culture uprising in these newer generations. One wonders if one is pretentious, but we know we're all trying to sell ourselves. Life should be a fight for ones own pleasure, but we're constantly trying to please others, and that's not how it should be. From a different perspective one forgets who he is, and has to relearn himself. Life becomes a game of masks, but we will never be our true selves unless we learn to put down the mask and be. We need to be, and not become. Because being is that of in the moment, and becoming is that of a 3rd person nature, that of a different perspective. Because we cannot accurately pinpoint who we are becoming, only who we are being. And that is why we are whoever we are at the moment of everyday. This is why we as humans are so beautiful. We are able to alter ourselves at every moment of everyday to become what we've always wanted to be. To be the person that we transpire.. **To be.