T'as raison,
Sur les saisons.
Le printemps est à l'extérieur.
Mais l'automne est dans mon coeur.

Sometimes you gotta know-
what's it like to be alone.
Somehow you gotta show-
that this is not you throne.
Someone wants to know-
if what there doing's right.
Somethings will try to **** you-
but will you try to fight 'em.

I feel like I'm the enemy
When you see me.
Since we first met
It's like I'm in your debt
And I don't think you know it
Or at least, you don't show it

Oh I don't know why-
you tear me up, inside.
But I can bare it, for now.
I want to tell you-
but I wouldn't dare it.
I'll wait until it's time-
we're so near it.
And when the moment comes-
then we'll hear it.

Will you grow a tree with me?
We can set this seed free.
You don't need to feed it much
Just a little mulch.
Can you wait until it grows?
Yes, I know it'll be slow.
But we've got all the time, in the world.
So why rush?

Oh I don't know why-
you tear me up, inside.
But I can bare it, for now.
I want to tell you-
but I wouldn't dare it.
I'll wait until it's time-
we're so near it.
And when the moment comes-
will you hear it?
Or will you disappear.

Blood falls
When you call
Blood falls
Drops so small
Blood falls
When you call
Blood falls

Floods it all.

All roads lead to Calvary
It's three hours of agony
away from friends and family
To get there you'll need more than bravery.
A man did died there
for baring our sins
so we wouldn't have to.
We remember him in glory
for dying for us.
And we sinners turn to prayers
But this is a fallacy
Appeal to the stone
because it cannot be disproved.
I have no time for circular logic.
So live in ignorance
That only the dead man on the cross
can provide salvation.
Born to sin and die in sin.
Pin down by fervent belief
Even though he spilled blood
for us, makes no difference.
Say your prayers.
Meaningless repetition
Just as bad as the pagans
So repeat it till the day you die.

"Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour our deaths, Amen."
*ad nauseam

Brian, you're not dying, yet.
Sometimes, you think you are
Everybody's rock, soon to be forgot
Smile anyway, for they can't see scars
When too much time is spent looking at stars

Brian, why are you lying?
You won't get pretty far that way.
Brian, I can see you're trying.
I can see you're hiding.
But what are you hiding from, what are you trying to do?
But you won't tell me. Had to be the quiet child.

Don't listen to them Brian, you haven't committed a sin
don't be let them pin you down.
I know you have your doubts,
But Brian you can take the quick way out.
I'll hold the door
Maybe you just need to get some sun
Always so cold when you have to hide.

Brian, I know your hurting
Averting any confrontations
but Brian, you could run with lions
Don't give up on your Zion.

We may not be friends
But Brian, I hope the best for you.
I'll hold the door open
So you don't have too.

I feel like I am on a train
Watching life speed past me
I only get a glimpsed of the view
Before it is replace with another

I pass busy cities and quiet country sides
These pretty images guide me
And provide me with distractions
A bona fide offer to occupy my mind

Then the train would go through a tunnel
And I would be surround by darkness
Out the window, I am faced with my reflection
A grim ghost, staring into my soul

Head filled with the meaningless
That when I have nothing to distract myself
I am forced to dwell on my thoughts
All my misery pushed away returns

Attracted like moths to the light of my reflection.
They flitter about, rapidly gnawing my clothes and skin.
Who knew misery had such a voracity.
My reflection only looks on with apathy.

Thankfully, this encounter is only brief.
And the train comes out of the tunnel
The sudden light banishes my reflection
And I can continue to look out at the view

Watch as I speed passed it
Without thought nor worry
For the moths have scurry away
Leaving me in peace, for today

Although this train is on a straight line
It feels like it is going in circles
Darkness seekers must be the conductor of this train
As it won’t be long till I return to the tunnel

He moves in silence
Shows white face
hides bare black hands behind back
holding back violence

voluminous moon passes over
illuminous satellite comes closer
and his face blurs
Lunacy brings out fears

Reveals black hands
Black likes guns
that he commands, ready to attack
and there is no where to run.