what sound!?
god's surprise
smack to dictate
needed her words
formulate doubt
from the hillside
curious answer
feeding his curse

grab her by the arm
gently
time to go
tonight
we ride tonight
following heart
to the edge of the end
tonight
we ride tonight

if the fallen sore
seeks the golden shore
what can we offer
the muse that is fueling
our destiny back to the throne?
and if the festered rose
abhors in its death throes
then how can she bargain
with those who have wagered
she'd never abandon her own?

she'll lie
awake
haunting dreams
she'll ride
always
to the end
solely her own

her provisions are entwined with fallacy
a crucial failure to her last words
a false division sits on my dependency
four words, in question, seal our fate
our days connect, encircled commonly
in a violent sequence

conspire to our demise
i'm fearing deceit
before you mutter your sweet nothings
the force behind your games at play

voice your indistinction
of what's just in your eyes
you've been suspect from hello
decide
what's merely cornered by $lust$
in the recesses of your mind
forge my signature
to pass as though you're someone

your fake emotion
will curiously encompass all your loves
under halos cover
you can strike
unbeknownst to unsuspecting fools
very few know you as i
could we safely assume it wouldn't take much
to catch you astray?

condemn your antipathy still a possibility
that you can shine your love for us
in this cold, deserted world
hoarding all your passion/possessions
for the truthful never paid you well
pain and suffering
all we'll know
and truth be told
we feigned love, too

seal your destiny with just one lie
and shower in the fire
cry, don't cry
still enchanted by your lies
but no more can i say i would die
for your cause in the battle field

when the tears we've shed
devour every sense of self we've built
in the final closing hour
we admit defeat in your degree
you have clouded our defenses
congratulations, babylon
you're a great *****

destruction sequence: initiated
brain, raw and grinding
the gears are still turning
but haven't been oiled in millenia
once upon a time, i was king
during the great serotonin shortage
when everyone shuffled about the streets
listless and dull
a slave to their own routine
and to deviate would spell certain disaster

i was so good to them
i would burn down villages
and point a finger at our "enemies" to the east
how else would they trust me to protect them?
it gave them something to live for:
it gave them hatred
i was so good to them
i would give gold to prostitutes
so they'd lower their prices
and the men lost inhibition with every lay
it gave them something to live for
it gave them them release
i was so good to them
i have donated to the performance arts
enthralling and subliminally conditioning them
because active, free thinkers are dangerous
it gave them something to live for
it gave them complacency
i was so good to them
i issued a currency
so i could tax their earnings
as a comfortable king is a happy king
it gave them something to live for
it gave them labor
i was so good to them

enter, the great savior of none
the fearless leader who led not a soul
morally just and fed up with control
he was not unfit, but not their fit
as the masses loved their debauchery
and the unwavering protection of their master

i was so good to him
i wrote a decree
that he be found and thrown in the dungeon
to save him from himself, as free thinkers are dangerous
i gave them something to live for
i gave him his sacrifice

distance brought by greed
and a fatal misdirection
an alterior motive drops in time, likewise
we connect by lines
easily drowned out by the tone of her voice
decisions that she made
changes my lungs
changes the air
volatile air
what did you say?

my mistake, your waste
try and stop harrassing fate
while connecting these two names
your mistake, my waste
were the breaths that i had lost
singing of your crooked lines
in chorus you could not ignore

a lip gloss defeat
but i'll never admit
that the way you move is so suspicious
the words you say are so delicious
i can't defeat all my vices
i'll always at least have one

my mistake, your waste
try to quit harrassing fate
while connecting these two names
your mistake, my waste
were the breaths that i had lost
singing of your crooked love
in chorus you could not ignore

lost in my disguise
i start to draw from discard piles
just to guage reactions

since wishes prove me nothing
action is the only way
to keep my head above her deep, disturbing wake
follow for days
cold and like a fevered skin
i'll keep the others in
mattered fact, spoken words
and the patter of tiny feet will make together last
just say...

my mistake, your waste
try to quit harrassing fate
while connecting these two names
your mistake, my waste
were the breaths that i had lost
singing of your crooked love
in chorus you could not ignore

she waits...
on the other side of forever,
she waits...
with instinct strong
and butterfly wings
she'll be carried off
safely into the night
by an amorous love exchange
no voices
not a sound
just an imagination
as vivid as her heart beats loud
be still, my doll
our time will come

grab the scissors and cut the teather clean
i found a laugh that works for me, but it's leaving
i've been warned of similar desires
through the vessel of their words, i fell to slick design

this endeavor
to forever
takes its toll
on a passion

erase you, i will
i'll take you on through the sunrise
erase you, i will
we'll take  this outside

my favorite letter, i'll cross you to a "t"
as most demonic faces sit in leering
in this way, indifference has obliged
here, the challenge wakes in lies, as false prophets defy

this endeavor
to forever
takes its toll
on a passion

erase you, i will
i'll take you on through the sunrise
erase you, i will
we'll take this outside

distance fuels the long to use
to mistake, and to abuse
find them, find ten
lose them, lose none

my condolence to my heart for witnessing
the pain of a broken desire
where was i when the shot rang out
those years ago?

distance, lover
you have played the part so well
i feel so sick to discover
you don't care
that every word from my heart
decodes into your name
with a decrescendo
by your reaction

was all of me wasted
when my life will dedicate
to honoring your name?
i just lost all feeling to logistics
example: i look up to you
but when i was lost
where were you?
you didn't even post a sign
return my love with none but empty words
and seduction furthering...

distance, lover
you have played the part so well
i feel so sick to discover
you don't care
that every word from my heart
decodes into your name
with a decrescendo
by your reaction

persistance on my part has shown me
i've wasted yet another breath
insistance to be yours has brought me
yet another wasted breath
but it's okay
i've got more cool
to focus all my energy
into something i can hold
after all... it's just the loss of a love

favoring the limelight
but all bets are off tonight
build me a new empire
based on your words
be my mistake again
or prove me wrong
realize i am your loss
i am an improvement over your usual catch
unimpressive, bland
they'll design a lie, just to entice your eye
but i'm real

when will this end?
washing your placebos down
with a conviction that they work
is this the last cancelled reservation?
don't dial in till you know your line

play the boy for his voice
he'll decode in his sleep
preparing for the masses
to carry your message to all
till they become obsessed, too
our love for the heiress to my heart grows
complicated feelings that carry no reason
jealous eyes manipulate
corrupted and articulate demeanors that don't lack in style
exactly what she wants
she will have

a miniscule voice to work with
and a classic heart longing
for an audience to captivate
with its tales of crumbling
by the shots made from games she play
when the time dissolves ease
and words that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood the earth

the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here

issue a plan contingent
with a broken scar healing
in a sense, we all long to be heard
but noone can know what we mean
when our motive veils our words
when this time dissolves ease
and thoughts that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood all of earth

the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here

tragedy will condition our beliefs
designing a new path
into nods condoning the beauty
in destruction of self-inflicted progress
into tomorrow

incur a loss
of unpeakable horror
by magnitude alone
dance with one arm tied
and it's off to the races
once more
in what seems like forever
i sheltered the non-believer in me
from holding the spot...
an arthur-ragen type fashion.
the rain drops would applaud the ground
to truly advance
as they always have
subliminally begging
to settle my case
yet there is unease in the voices
almost as if to say:
we finally surrender,
perhaps you have overcome,
but once manifested
the silver will catch our tongue
any days and all days
and days just like today
when suspicions curtail
you will kneel as we prey

these clouds remain as succulent
inside the peaceful livid walls
i hear the contemplations resume
to tear our eyes out
it's my hypocrisy
there in all i like to say
these follies rolled in laughter say
benign hostility
cracks your head in the wall
i give no choice to reason
but i'm a fool for sure

decide to give up or give in
with your reserves plastered on the wall
designed for war
we swim with the sharks, bleeding

god, you've excited me ever since sense of this fashion was foreign to me
the plagiarist ways that dictate my emotion will keep a safe distance at bay
i'm vying for the rose of her rejection
the dream was gold, reflecting her perfection
sweet, nasty girl, i'm inside of you under your fur, not unlike her
we'll take away smiles with the cold sweats and terrors incurred, evermore

entertain me
well i'm glad that you could
for a while
then i got to takin' it to heart
but it's all
i really had

jesus sighed
when was YOUR last
miracle?
tell 'em about the one
when you saved
yourself from me

it's beyond me
in a flash, you have made
this go away
but it's got to be my fault
your perfection leaves  me
flawed

jesus sighed
when was YOUR last
miracle?
tell 'em about the one
when you saved
yourself from me

so your angel wings got ripped off
and you fell
back to earth
so your angel wings got ripped off
and you sailed
crashing earth

all that we've lost
in this place...
fine...
be like your cause
with your grace
shine

slowly, remove
everything labling you
cut it all off
if its attached to you
slowly, remove
everything holding you back
get it off, tonight
this is your chance to be
godlike... godlike...
******* mistakeless
gets you so off
every reason to...

eliminate your heart
from this

breathe like you did
in the old times
would you have known
if i deterred
from telling you
you were so sweet
come like the wind
was so afraid
i will keep you
there
falling to earth
was never your choice
god, you're so sweet
distance became
your lasting excuse
play the shy card
we all demand
the **** that you never knew
and you are so...

a cold and distant stare
...everywhere
from you to me
and from me to the world
as though given a chance,
would be ripped away
by self-destructive nature

the tyranny of thought
gazes at it's "master"
from a distance of genius
to create loathing
and pity for no reason

empathetic?
or just plain pathetic?
horrified by all
when all is strange.
seize the night,
and let go tonight.

failing,
as standards go
definitely...
            u
         j      m
                   p
                     e
                      d
wayyy too soon
wayyy too reckless
tsk, tsk...
with my eyes closed at that.

breathe in the questions
exhale the answers
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
reflex
r­eflex

you couldn't explain it to me?
this doesn't pertain to me?
i've been blown off for being ugly before,
and i've grown to accept that...
yet i've made it a point
to make up for everything internally
that i lack aesthetically
by being sheerly phenomenal
in every aspect within my control....
and i swear to you,
if you only gave it a chance to know
you'd be f*cking sorry forever
that you let this one go.

cascading into an omnipresent hold
this time, playing for keeps
the reckless abandon has chosen the darker side
no losses cut
the realm of the foul is the answer to despair
kingdoms have come and gone
but the universe holds true crown
nostalgia takes us nowhere but pain
and the end of distinguishable refuge draws near
sight divide
collide the conundrum of those chosen
defending in most contagious of influences
those immune with partial gift
jealous of all
the battle holds constant
with twenty-six of our best men on the front line
holding off the biggest threat in the history of all
ten crowns passed amongst us
each holding turn at just the right moment
consuming, just as they
with no regard for the peaceful conclusion

knowing what you do
when you do
how you do
where you do
who you do
exactly why you do
to everything you do
since birth, your curse,
you know what i mean...

this one's for you, foul and veiled.
may it fester in your soul
until the day of your death
i pull universal strings with these words,
didn't you know?!
the strings that were and are and forever will be
...all
at my disposal for manipulation
with a few strokes of my fingertips
so play with caution, foul and veiled.
your time will come.

stay enthralled...
through hours of boredom
and discontent
stay enthralled...

talk to me as though i was yours
ecstatic to be yours
always and forever... yours
just south of the moonlit lake
take me
to all the places you've described
...in a dream

i noticed the gleam in your eye
when you spoke of how you left
...and it was tainted
you let synthetic fuels burn your fire
instead of the natural causes
of your will and strength

yet...
i feel the old you
still encased
somewhere lost within
when it's sad to say
you've been known to get caught up
in the currents of the wind

be this feeble mind
or sound heart
that still wonders?
be this folly of thought
or conviction of love
that still cares?
both sides have an argument
just as strong as the opposed
but i remain
...breathless...
always and forever

did i become a nuisance?
a bother to all...
i've ever come in contact with?
what
is this plague
that apparently shows itself
to everyone but me?
why
does the only one i've ever loved
refuse...
to even say hello?
who
could possibly forgive
the misdeeds i've caused
through years of abuse?
where
will i become
exactly how i feel
internally?

don't fight the noise
we left it at that