We don't want hypocrisy,
we just want a democracy,
living, in the United States of America.

We denied aristocracy,
because it wasn't fair to you and me,
we are living, in America.

We fought many years ago,
for our peace.
Now that we have it,
all fighting must cease.

There are people, who disagree.
Foreign countries, just don't see.
There's a reason, we're the land of the free.
Because of people, like you and me.

We don't want hypocrisy,
we just want a democracy,
living, in the United States of America.

We denied aristocracy,
because it wasn't fair to you and me,
we are living, in America.

We like in the land of the free,
that's how the founding fathers wanted it to be.
We live in the land of the free,
thanks to the Sons of Liberty.

There are people, who disagree.
Foreign countries, just don't see.
There's a reason, we're the land of the free.
Because of people, like you and me.

And now we want to change our ways,
because of peoples ridiculous complaints.
We're becoming to politically correct,
finding unknown rights to protect.
Religion disagrees with same *** love,
saying God doesn't like it above.

We're slowly losing our freedoms,
that we fought so hard for,
because we're getting greedy,
and we always want more.

Why do we always want more?
Why can't we be grateful for,
being born into this glorious country,
welcome to the land of the free.

We don't want hypocrisy,
we just want a democracy,
living, in the United States of America.

We denied aristocracy,
because it wasn't fair to you and me,
we are living, in America.

I thought I'd take a walk today,
down the road,
around the block.
Detach myself,
go where I feel,
not where I think.

I found myself under dimly lit street lamps,
questioning the lamps ferocity.
Man strives for evolution,
and around me it stands,
a testament to our ferocity,
our everlasting battle to be better.
Yet it feels so limp,
a dim light like a wisp of wind.
Not a raging fire,
a lions roar.

How great are we really?
Are the edifice of our time a testament to our eminence?

I stare into the window of a home.
On the television,
damnation.
A preacher and a parishioner,
absorbing the rhetoric.

One might think nothing of it,
but everything has a motive.

As I round the bend,
I think to myself an old idiom,
"the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak".
Our evolution is stalled under the impression that these edifice represent progress.
Alas, our minds remain stale.
Thousands of years of blood,
greed and deceit,
rest under dimly lit street lamps,
unseen and ignored.

It was Friday afternoon.
The skies were grey.
I was grey.
I felt grey,
and you probably know what I mean,
if you have felt grey before.
Being grey feels good sometimes,
but usually feels absolutely horrible.
But being grey is besides the point.
I was hungry,
but I did not want to move from the comfortable position I was in.
So I began to nibble on my finger nails.
They tasted good,
so good, that I decided to eat all of them.
I slowly ripped each nail off of each finger,
one by one.
The rusty, iron taste of blood and nail was perfect.
But soon, I was out of finger nails.
So I took of my shoes,
and ate all my toe nails.
When I was done,
I was no longer hungry.
I was happy.

When right becomes wrong,
when light turns to dark,
when my mind can't restart,
this is what I fear.

This disease eats away at me,
and makes it hard to see,
it blinds me from reality,
and leaves me to die.

I feel it seeping through my pores,
and into my blood stream.
It strangles my heart and lungs,
consumes my mind like a bad dream.

It slithers under my skin,
like barbwire snakes.
I fight to make it go away,
but it takes much more than that.

Sometimes I think I'm better off gone,
better off dead,
why stay alive?
This disease will never let me go,
it will always hold me down.

Sometimes I think it would be easier,
to be underground,
than here.
This disease is stronger than me,
and will never let me be.

But for now,
I live,
till the day comes,
that I'm strong enough to pull the trigger.

Facing the demon is easy to do,
but pulling the trigger is easier.

He who rides his horse
through the mountains of love
while spitting down on those
in the valley of seething hate
should be struck from his horse,
and cast down among them,
for he is no different.

The stink of flesh and bone,
burned for a great unknown.
Torn skin and bloodied bruises,
the man with the least faith loses.

Bullets tearing through the air,
leaving behind death and despair.
Explosions lighting up the streets,
can you feel the heat?

We feast on the fight,
in the middle of the night.
But cry foul play when the enemy reacts,
to our previous attack.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

Organs lay spread across the street,
decorating the battlefield.
We harvest the souls of the enemy,
with the weapons we wield.

The dust and rubble fly,
as bombs fall from the sky.
Innocent people die,
innocent babies cry.

We feast on the fight,
in the middle of the night.
But cry foul play when the enemy reacts,
to our previous attack.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

Bullets,
bombs,
and blasphemy.
Money bombs,
money gone.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

We love gore,
we love ******,
money gone,
we love war!

Regicide,
the king has died,
people rejoice in the streets below.
Thanking, their god.

They stayed strong,
and for so long,
waiting for a man that would **** the king.
And now, they sing.

They cheer for,
a murderer,
a coward who killed a man,
just trying to do his job.

They forget,
challenges he met,
and that they voted for him.
They wanted him to win.

Now he's dead,
and they quote what he said,
"success comes with sacrifice".
And he was their sacrifice.

The world's long gone,
it's lost and thrown away,
lost in the greed of society.
There's no way out of this judgement day,
why can't we understand that.

The world is such a crazy place,
so might as well get lost inside it.

******, war,
it's just your average day,
what happened to this **** country?
This world is beyond ****** up now,
and that's an understatement.

There is no longer peace or grace,
they both have been devoured,
by power.

And now we have to face the fact,
judgement day is here at last.

Don't fear,
there's no reason to be scared,
it will all be over soon,
all be over in a minute.

Don't fear,
the end is coming soon,
and we will all die,
we will all die.

You were the sun,
that I revolved around.
You were the gravity,
that kept me on the ground.

The silence in this house,
is deafening to my ears.
I lost the warmness I once felt,
when you were near.

The sheets are cold every night,
without you next to me.
Is this how the rest of my life,
is going to have to be?

No more goodmorning hugs,
no playing in the rain.
No more goodnight kisses,
to take away the pain.

What am I supposed to do,
without you!?
I can't live this life,
without you by my side!

I'll never be,
in love again.
I'll wait forever,
to see you again.
No one can replace,
the sun in my space.

I believe
             that you believe
                                        that you believe
                       that they believe
                                                   what you believe
                                                         ­       and you believe
                                                  what he believes
                                                        ­                     and he believes
                                                        ­                                   what she believes
                                                        ­        and she believes
                                 what they believe
          so she believes
           what she believes
             and he believes
              what she believes
                 and they believe
                    what he believes
                                                        ­                                      and I can't believe I got a 113 bowling last night.

I've seen suns go down,
and rise again.
I've suffered cold winters,
and felt warm Mays.

I've fallen to repetition,
broke the chain.
I've felt total heart break,
new love came.

I guess what I'm trying to say is,
don't be so down.
Everything eventually,
turns around.

Had no one to talk to,
made new friends.
Got lost in my own maze,
found the end.

Fell into a darkness,
found light around the bend.
Thought my life was over,
but love was sent.

I guess what I'm trying to say is,
when all seems wrong,
just wait because soon,
the bad will be gone.
There's always a bright side,
that will come along.

He's a shady guy,
a notorious heart breaker.
If you have a girl,
he probably will take her.

He's a friend of mine,
and a friend of yours.
That's all I can tell you,
I don't know much more.

He's a shady guy,
he has a million faces.
He's a quick litter ******,
he can be in a million places.

He can be invisible,
when he wants to get away.
And he'll make some noise,
when he wants to stay.

His cheap breath mints,
and cologne can persuade.
So can his jacket,
leather, suede.

He's even got,
his own style.
Oh what we'd give,
to walk a mile in his shoes.

The sad part is,
he's just like you and me.
There's nothing special about him,
he's ordinary.

But there's no way,
you could ever tell,
by his fancy sports car,
parked at the hotel.

It is now the time,
to confess to our crimes,
that we have done.

No time to wait,
no time to debate,
that we, have committed none.

No more ******,
no more killing,
no more unwanted genocide.
I just think that it is time,
that we all apologize.
It’s been going on across the earth,
preventing child birth.
Now let’s recognize,
this vicious crime.

Genocide, genocide,
it’s time to recognize,
this vicious crime.
We have waited far to long,
and watched to much go wrong.

Do not let it slide,
do not let them hide,
their cowardly genocides,
against their fellow mankind.

No man nor woman,
should have to live in fear.
So listen to my warning,
lend me your ear.

Begin to spread the word,
we will be heard.
It’s time to recognize,
more than one genocide.

Genocide, genocide,
it’s time to recognize,
this vicious crime.
We have waited far to long,
and watched far to much go wrong.

Sitting in the corner of this cushioned room,
can I please have some real food?
I have to find some way out of this place,
I cant continue to live in confined space.

If you’re not here to let me out,
then you’re wasting your time.
I just want to go out,
and see the sunshine.
I promise that I won’t put up a fight,
the sun’s shining bright,
let me see the light.

These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.
These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.

I don’t understand why you’re keeping me here,
there’s nothing left for you to fear.
I’ve been here forever and I’ve done my time,
I’ve been here forever and I’ve paid for my crime.

If you’re not here to let me out,
then you’re wasting your time.
I just want to go out,
and see the sunshine.
I promise that I won’t put up a fight,
the sun’s shining bright,
let me see the light.

These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.
These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.

I no longer feel pain,
I forget the feeling of rain,
I can’t remember my child’s face,
or the feeling of love and embrace.
I no longer feel pain,
I forget the feeling of rain,
I can’t remember my child’s face,
or the feeling of love and embrace.

These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.
These walls, these comfortable walls,
they keep me company,
they kept me company.

Mr. President,
why do you lie?
Mr. President,
why do you lie?
Mr. President,
why do you lie?
Mr. President,
why do you lie?

President Nixon,
cheated his way,
into the office,
almost got away.

Got himself impeached,
thought he could lie.
Went down in history,
as a bad guy.

President Nixon,
why did you lie?
President Nixon,
why did you lie?
President Nixon,
why did you lie?
President Nixon,
why did you lie?

President Clinton,
*******,
on Lewinsky's dress,
and sealed his fate.

Thought they could hide it,
but a close friend spews,
all of the details,
about the two.

President Clinton,
why did you lie?
President Clinton,
why did you lie?
President Clinton,
why did you lie?
President Clinton,
why did you lie?

Obama says,
we'll be out soon.
Three years later,
he looks like a buffoon.

Sitting, scorched in desserts,
in Iraq and Iran.
Lying to become president,
what a great plan!

President Obama,
why did you lie?
President Obama,
why did you lie?
President Obama,
why did you lie?
President Obama,
why did you lie?

No one will get away,
with lying today.
Because when the government lies,
everybody dies.

Starbucks generation
Stand in line
Heads down
Don’t make a sound
Get your venti iced whatever

God,
holds you over the pit of hell.
You have offended him,
infinitely.
Sinner!
Suffer,
this fierceness and wrath,
of Alrighty God.
You must suffer,
for,
eternity!
It is,
inexpressible,
inconceivable,
the power of God's anger.
Suffer!
Infinite,
misery.

Evil finds its way,
into the skin.
of a kid,
once pure.

What makes him turn,
to the other side,
him and himself alone.

Hello,
can't you see me?
Am I,
going crazy?

Hello,
won't you see me.
I am,
going crazy.

There is no where left here,
for me to go,
only down.

You gave me no choice,
had to surrender,
the royal crown.

I cannot believe,
I was in love,
with you.

Hope everyone sees,
exactly who you are,
and what you do.

I remember walking along the shoreline,
the sand shifting under our feet, so fine.
I remember thinking you'd always be mine,
but nothing last forever.

I cannot believe,
I was in love,
with you.

Hope everyone sees,
exactly who you are,
and what you do.

I remember walking along the shoreline,
the sand shifting under our feet, so fine.
I remember thinking you'd always be mine,
but nothing last forever.

Surrendered the royal crown,
as you watched me fall down.
Surrendered the royal crown,
as you watched me fall down.

There is no where left here,
for me to go,
only down.

You gave me no choice,
had to surrender,
the royal crown.

I remember walking along the shoreline,
the sand shifting under our feet, so fine.
I remember thinking you'd always be mine,
but nothing last forever.

Hello,
can't you see me?
Am I,
going crazy?

Hello,
won't you see me.
I am,
going crazy.

I've traveled far and wide,
I've been through space and time.
I've seen the war machines,
I've seen wicked disease.

But nothing stops my endless run,
nothing stops my endless fun.
I flow with my conscious stream,
follow my electronic dream.

The fields, they burn in fire,
the seas, they rise higher.
The enemy drops bigger bombs,
and there are more teenage moms.

Did I mention the sun?
It explodes, killing everyone.
But that means nothing to me,
electronic dream sets me free.

I feel my brain waves flow,
I see the after glow.
I smell a burning fire,
I taste bitter desires.

I hear the world screaming,
their words are echoing.
Our future is alive,
inside all of us,
inside electronic dreams.

You're a light headed,
lovestruck,
immature,
inexperienced,
boy crazy,
bewitched girl.
You're enchanted and infatuated with every boy the says your name,
they tug on your heart strings like a game.
You think every guy is a new lover,
when truth is,
they're just another guy.
But I do have words of advice.

Keep chasing them.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Because one day,
you grow up,
time passes,
and you're old and alone.
I don't mean to be depressing,
but the point I'm trying to get across is,
be light headed,
be lovestruck,
be immature,
and be inexperienced.
Be boy crazy,
and be bewitched,
have your heart broken,
but never forget this...

Just have fun while doing it.
Because life is just too **** short to sit and sulk,
or to cry and complain,
oh, it drives me insane!

Nothing is perfect when you're young,
in fact, it's far from it.
But it's not suppose to be, it's suppose to be fun,
so do yourself a favor,
and enjoy it.

Live a lot,
love a lot,
and most of all,
never forget these rambling thoughts,
written down on the back,
of a letter from the bank,
saying I over-drafted some eighty dollars.

(See, growing up *****.)

Gorging my eyes with the non-sense and the ******* of the internet.
Feeding my mind the comical lives of those on reality TV.
Is this really what the world has come to?
Our lives consumed with your lives,
consumed with their lives,
consumed with our lives.

Twitter ***** toast to tweeting.
Tweet your lives away you ******.

Who thought that a piece of paper could be so powerful?
Who thought a piece of paper would dominate mans will?
Who thought a piece of paper could lead to our destruction?
Who thought a piece of paper could make a man ****?

President painted on each paper.
"Look at all those Benjamins!" you shout.
I highly doubt,
that the founding fathers would want to be on a piece of paper,
a piece of corruption,
a piece of destruction.

We have destroyed what the founding fathers built.
A land of freedom, justice, and pride,
is now a kingdom to the modern day CEO's,
and the fame ridden ***** that patrol our TV's.

The average actor makes more in one movie than the year round shopkeeper.
A man who devotes his life to supplying the public with proper products and good service,
makes less than a man who does something that we don't even need.
We need food, water, and all the shopkeepers supplies.
But do we really need a movie?
I did not know entertainment was higher on Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
I would like to see you solely survive off of a movie.

I feel bad for my children.
The children of the future in general.
That is, if we live that long.
They are going to have it rougher than me.
And sadly,
I alone cannot make their future better for them.
Only we, as one, can make it better.
But,
that will never happen.

We are divided,
our will, divided,
our minds, divided,
our spirits, divided.

We will never be one again.

With that said and done,
I'm going to finish my dinner now.

The revolver,
to my head,
has one bullet.

Finger steady,
on the trigger,
I can't pull it.

The thoughts racing,
through my head,
around and around.

Head in the clouds,
please pull me down,
so my feet touch the ground.

I have always been addicted to you,
from the day you walked into the room.
Blue dress, blues eyes,
bright as the moonlight.

We kiss under the stars,
and say the world is ours.
Where did those nights go?
No one knows.

The sky,
it grows dark,
the sun hides away.

My eyes,
they grow weary,
memories fade.

As I pull,
on the trigger,
fate rings in my ears.

I smile,
cause I know,
you are somewhere near.

I have always been addicted to you,
from the day you walked into the room.
Blue dress, blues eyes,
bright as the moonlight.

We kiss under the stars,
and say the world is ours.
Where did those nights go?
No one knows.

The patheticness of the human race has become rather unbearable to me.
Self image and personal wealth have become more popular than shows on daytime TV.

The average American consumes more ******* than their daily food intake.
Letting social networks become our main source of communication was our first mistake.

There is no escape from the sounds of the keyboards endlessly typing out our lies.
We think we are the almighty but every time we speak another one of our brain cells dies.

Look what we've become,
the sum of,
technology and TV.

The right to own a gun,
was fun till,
the gun was pointed at you and me.

Funny how we want to change the world but are not willing to change ourselves.
Blaming the presidents because there was no change and then retiring them to a dusty shelf.

"How many carats is her wedding ring?!", the guests ask, as if that's what a marriage is all about.
At the speed we are heading there is no doubt that we will soon die out.

Look what we've become,
the sum of,
technology and TV.

The right to own a gun,
was fun till,
the gun was pointed at you and me.

The silly nonsense of technology and TV have overrun our lives with dramatic balderdash.

We stare, hypnotized, into the ridiculous lives of those on our TV's.

The plastic ***** and plastic *******,
are not better than the rest.

Don't you know you look just as fake as the puppets on the strings.

You're not fooling anyone,
look as you melt in the sun.

But we do not realize their lies, we're the puppets on the strings.

The patheticness of the human race has become rather unbearable to me.
Self image and personal wealth have become more popular than shows on daytime TV.

Look what we've become,
the sum of,
technology and TV.

The right to own a gun,
was fun till,
the gun was pointed at you and me.

It was goodbye.
From beginning to end.
Whether we liked it,
or not.
It was a long goodbye,
several years,
stretched out over time,
so that in the end,
there was no pain.
Just memories.
It had its happy moments,
and its sad ones.
Most of those sad moments didn't occur till the end,
when in fact,
I knew it was over.
You see,
most goodbye's,
are short,
bitter,
and are usually full of unbridled rage.
We knew we didn't want that.
We wanted to be able to look back,
and say things ended,
on a good note.
Not an ugly one.
So we began saying goodbye from the beginning,
from the day we met,
we already knew it was over.
We knew someday,
it was gonna end.
One of us,
or maybe both of us,
wouldn't want to be with the other anymore.
Turns out,
it would be her who didn't want to be with me.
The day came,
the dreadful day,
where she said it,
goodbye.
I was okay,
or was I?
We had prepared for this,
for several years,
we built a tower,
a tower of love,
on happy memories.
But one word,
made me forget all of those memories.
Later that night,
I found my gun.
I sat in my room,
with my finger on the trigger,
for hours.
I never pulled that trigger.
I remembered,
the whole time I was with her,
I was saying goodbye.
We were saying goodbye.
We knew it was one big charade,
and that someday,
one of us wouldn't want to play anymore.
But like a fair sport,
the other would have to accept it,
and remember the fun they had playing their game.
So it was okay.
I was alright.
Who thought a goodbye,
could save your life.

Evil is war,
it comes at a cost.
Millions of souls,
tragically lost.

Millions of lives,
never the same.
Millions of lives,
forever changed.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Wastes our money,
and natural resources.
When we go to war,
with enemy forces.

War consumes the mind,
and will take your soul.
Like a black hole,
it swallows you whole.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Can we not see,
we have gone to far.
War is not the solution,
for all of mankind's disagreements.
No one should have to rise,
and pledge their lives,
to fighting a war.
We have to make peace!

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

My wife always nags me.
This seems to be a problem with most women I marry.
Or most women in general.
They all nag me.
I'm laid back.
Or as my past wives say,
"lazy".
Sure, you could say that,
but I prefer the term,
laid back.
Anyway,
so my wife is always nagging me.
"Do the dishes" she says.
"Do the laundry" she says.
"Vacuum the house" she says.
Eventually, I would do it.
But the nagging got worse.
"Fix the squeaky front door" she says.
"Clean out the gutters" she says.
"Sort the trash from the recyclables" she says.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore.
I had enough.
So I took my wife,
and threw her in a vat of acid.
I watched as her skin slowly melted off her body,
like ice cream melting on an ice cream cone,
minus the stickiness.
I watched her hair dry up,
and disintegrate into nothing.
Her fingernails slowly fell off,
and her eyes began to slip out of her head,
as she let out a final scream.
She looked just as beautiful as she did the first day I met her.
My eyes feasted on the greatness before them,
although it does get kind of boring after the fourth time.
Nonetheless, I still enjoyed it.
There's nothing like throwing your half asleep wife in a vat of acid on a cold Sunday morning.

In the halls,
she calls for you.
In the halls,
the walls bled blue.

From fantasy to free,
the many years must fall.
Something is here,
I see it in the bruises,
all along my tiny arms.

The dinner table is set,
the china looks so swell.
There's a voice in my head,
telling me not to tell,
but it's you,
but it's you.

We could be one,
together, in unison,
our souls, our beings,
intertwined by sin.

Our spirits synchronized,
our minds mangled,
and tangled together,
so we can be as one.

We could feel each others pain,
and ease it when we need it.
We could be a lovers cane,
and a crutch when needed.

Or we can be nothing,
disconnect and forget.
We can be victims of a lovers quarrel,
hearts trapped in cement.

Sometimes I feel,
like a tile on the floor.
A single tile,
and nothing more.

Dirt embedded,
in my cracks.
Covered in,
everyone's tracks.

Walked all over,
by the world.
In need of mending,
I go unheard.

So I lay here,
cemented in place.
Trapped in this life,
I can't escape.

We're falling from the sky,
how did we get so high?
Retracing our minds,
for reasons we can't find.

We were so high,
we were in heaven.
While everyone else was on cloud nine,
we were on cloud eleven.

We were invincible,
you and me together.
And you promised this would last,
always and forever.

But now we're falling from the sky,
wondering how we got so high.
Trying to retrace our minds,
for reasons we can't find.

We had the world,
in the palm of our hands.
But it slowly disintegrated,
turning to sand.

And the wings of love,
also did the same.
As our forever love,
became a game.

Now we've fallen from the sky,
wondering how we got so high.
Trying to retrace our minds,
looking for reasons we can't find.

But it doesn't help,
when we can't find,
either of our,
miserable minds.

Forget the sky,
forget the high.
It was all,
just a lie.

Time is irreversible,
and always moving fast.
Do not live with regrets,
you cannot change the past.

We've fallen from the shattered sky,
wondering how we got so high.
But I no longer retrace my mind,
because there are no reasons to find.

Broken walls and cracked beams,
remind me of the cracks in the trees.
Everyday is just another game,
but nothing is the same.

Silhouettes dance in the clouds,
crashing into each other, so loud.
They shine down on me with shame,
but nothing is the same.

Blisters and tears in my skin,
invite the Devil to come in,
blood and dirt both look the same.

Every word is another temptation,
I'm just trying to find salvation,
some things never change.

What is being sane?
When everyone goes insane,
and you do not,
you are the odd one out.
And when you are the odd one out,
you slowly begin to doubt,
that you are really sane.
Maybe the others are right,
maybe you are wrong,
maybe they chose the right path,
and you did not.
When the insane call you insane,
who is really insane?
And who is to decide,
who actually is insane?
If it were up to the insane,
the insane would be sane.
And if it were up to the sane,
the sane would stay sane.
But how do we know,
the sane are sane,
for they may be insane,
and the insane may be sane.
So who am I,
to say I am sane,
when I may be insane.

Sitting in the sand,
watching the waves come rolling in.
The night is young,
but I am old and broken.

Lost in thought,
sitting on the sandy shore.
Staring at the full moon,
thinking their must be something more.

I'm waiting for hope but the tide is rising,
the waves will soon swallow me whole.
And when waves crash over my head and **** me out to sea,
I will be home.

The moon reflects,
on the water beneath it.
The ocean will,
give peace to all who seek it.

The chilling water,
slowly creeps it's way up the shore.
Dragging down,
rocks and sand to the ocean floor.

I'm waiting for hope but the tide is rising,
the waves will soon swallow me whole.
And when waves crash over my head and **** me out to sea,
I will be home.

The world was much easier,
when I had you in my arms.
I made a promise to you,
I'd protect you from all harm.

I never thought the ocean,
could bring out such emotion.
That was until I lost you,
to the ocean blue.

So please,
take me.
Please,
take me.

You aren't like the others,
they deserve much better,
you are not worthy.

They wear silk robes,
and other fancy clothes,
you are not worthy.

Under the hot sun,
you become no one,
you are not worthy.

Move the mud and sand,
and mix it all by hand,
you are not worthy.

Whips crack down on your backs,
you use the energy you lack,
to fight forward.
Moving blocks of sandstone,
you work together, die alone,
don't say a word.

You build for Pharaoh,
and because you know,
you are not worthy.

You migrated here for hope,
but all hope was lost,
when you were enslaved.

Whips crack down on your backs,
you use the energy you lack,
to fight forward.
Moving blocks of sandstone,
you work together, die alone,
don't say a word.

Whips crack and skin tears,
cries go unheard.
People walk by and stare,
men stand in herds.
Beat them till no one cares,
slaves have no worth.

We set the standards for love too high.
Love has no standards,
no boundaries,
no prerequisites.
Love is more than an emotion,
to love is a lifestyle.
To love is not a choice.
It is an involuntary feeling.
It comes and goes as it pleases.
It can bring out the best in us,
and the worst.
Love can create,
love can destroy,
and love can ****.
We know nothing before love,
we are numb and blinded by the euphoria of false love.
It's not till you love when you realize this.
It is not till you love and lose,
that you realize,
you loved the person.
Not their eyes,
not their face,
not the memories you can't erase.
You loved the person,
the little things you didn't account for,
and you didn't care if they were perfect or not...

because they were perfect to you.

I can feel the waves flowing through me,
the vibes you let off, they consume me,
your soft blue eyes stare into me.
Releasing my soul,
you make me whole.

Your presence has me paralyzed,
my inner feelings, on the rise,
your eyes shine like the starry skies.
The love you give me,
it sets me free.

Your touch has left me numb,
your love is like no one's.
You are my one desire,
and your love, it lifts me higher.

I don't want to go any further without you.
There's nothing that I'd rather do,
than be with you.

We'll travel far, and we'll travel wide, and we will fight.
Our love is strong,
more powerful than an atom bomb.

I'm fighting this fall and I'm losing,
your lips touch mine, and they soothe me,
I have no idea what I'm doing.
I'm blind to your love,
a song unsung.

You have me coming undone,
and I think I'm in love.
This feeling is a fire,
and it keeps lifting me higher.

Sometimes, you have to wait,
for things like love.
It comes, beautifully,
like a white dove.

It can be painful waiting,
for life to pass.
You'll miss it though when it's gone,
it goes by fast.

Time is, the enemy,
battling life.
Slitting us, by the throat,
with a butter knife.

Life will show you no mercy,
unforgiving.
But don't let that stop you,
stop you from living.

When you've fallen victim to time,
always keep this in mind.
Your life was not lived to die,
life was lived to be alive.

Time kills, and likes to die,
noose around neck.
Death takes, advantage of,
the nervous wreck.

Over time, comes brother death,
wanting your soul.
Takes your life, in one big bite,
eating you whole.

When you've fallen victim to time,
always keep this in mind.
Your life was not lived to die,
life was lived to be alive,
your life was lived to be alive.

The man with a crooked smile,
in the newspaper today,
makes my heart heavy,
and leaves me with nothing to say.

Hair wiry and tangled,
as was his mustache.
Man, he was unrecognizable almost,
if you glanced too fast.

Looked like a skeleton with skin,
so sickly and thin.
Said he was arrested for the possession,
of the drug ******.

I took a sip of my coffee,
shook my head and smiled.
I always knew the kid was wild,
my best friend from high school.

The dandelion sunset,
over the hills of golden grain.
The flowers in the fields,
and the grassy plains.

The whispering wind kisses,
the side of my face.
There's no where I'd rather be,
than this place.

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

The falling leaves,
float down from the trees.
I love the buzzing,
of the bees.

There are many shapes,
in the clouds in the sky.
Can we admire them together,
as they go by?

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

Don't let me go.
Don't let me go.
Don't let me go.
I promise I won't let go.

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

A mass ******, of killings.
It truly is, a wicked thing.
You'll never see us, surrendering.
Not until the war is over.

Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
What they don't know is, they'll soon be gone.

I've seen many men, go to war.
And I can't take it, anymore.
I'm not an adversary, to war.
Only when necessary.

Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
What they don't know is, they'll soon be gone.
Hope keeps them marching, fearless and strong.
But, they don't know that, they'll soon be gone.

Silence falls, over the battlefield.
The time has come, your fate is sealed.
We have to fight, we cannot run.
The time has come, the war has begun.

Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
What they don't know is, they'll soon be gone.
Hope keeps them marching, fearless and strong.
But, they don't know that, they'll soon be gone.

Thousands of soldiers, marching along.
Raiding small towns, during the early dawn.
Hate keeps them killing, fearless and wrong.
The government controls them, they are its pawns.

I'm a tortured man,
seen demons and devils.
I'm a forgotten man,
ain't no room for me in heaven.

I can barely stand,
but I stand to prove I'm strong.
I drift in with the wind,
like a legend or a lone song.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

I travel the uncharted path,
dragging my skeletons along.
My skin is cracked, I can't turn back,
the road is where I belong.

I come 'cross towns once in awhile,
the people stare at my scars.
They don't know who I really am,
or that I've traveled far.

But there was this town I stopped in,
to get a drink of water.
The bartender, she gave me a glance,
I said, "honey, don't even bother."

She waltzed over, like a princess,
and asked me my name.
I smiled and let her inside,
like an animal, I was tamed.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

My demons were dead and I was free,
she released me from my chains.
But inside my heart, I can't help but feel,
an everlasting pain.

Years go by and I grow old,
but our love never ages.
We settled down in a small town,
far from hate and sin.

But in the night, I wake in pain,
skeletons surround our bed.
I see the demons in the night,
but I know they're in my head.

I think of her and of our love,
but nothing can make me forget.
I'm a sinner, a tortured man,
a man with nothing left.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

And so I walk,
the lonely road,
all alone,
a tortured soul.

And I think,
of the night,
when I killed,
the love of my life.

He passed away,
nearly three years ago today.
And it feels like he passed away yesterday.

And so I grieve,
but I do believe,
I will see him someday again.

But one day, to my surprise,
he was at my house,
in the dead of night.

Came to visit for a while,
just to show he was alive,
and doing well.
But I didn't know...

He was my friend,
from start to end.
A bond that could not be broken,
just by man.
We both shook hands.

I couldn't believe my eyes,
the way he just,
took me by surprise.

We rejoiced,
and relaxed,
and he told his jokes,
and I subtly laughed.
But I didn't know...

And I smile,
there are tears of joy,
I can't believe he's here before my eyes.

He smiles back,
wipes the tears from my eyes,
and he does what he has never done before,
he cries.

He says he loves me,
slowly hugs me,
shakes my hand again,
and says,
"goodbye bestfriend".
And that was the end.
The sun rose again.
And I slowly watched him,
as he ascended,
into heaven.

I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.

And it looks to me,
looks like we,
ain't takin' a break.

The sand in the wind,
oh how it stings,
like a *****.

I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.

The sun, it dries,
my skin like,
a ******' raisin.

And I'm going blind,
from the sun shine,
in my eyes.

I need water,
but no, manslaughter,
is our first objective.

And I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.

I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.

I'm breaking bonds,
I'm healing scars,
I'm making my way out here.

I'm fighting for,
what I deserve,
let me make myself clear.

I'm rising up,
I'm making waves,
I've got a life,
that I'm not gonna waste.

I'll take two steps,
for every negative,
for every word they've said,
that put me down.

This world is raw,
it's fresh for the taking,
and I'm gonna take it,
and make the best of it.

I'm rising up,
I'm making waves,
This life is nothing worth wasting.

Do you remember those days,
we went out of our way,
to pack delicious lunches,
and meet in the fields.

We'd talk about our lives,
and wrestle in the sea,
of tall green grass,
just you and me.

When the wind whispers in your ear,
and the sun fades behind the trees,
please remember those days we spent,
out in the fields.

Oh the nights we spent out there,
in the fields, without a care.
Gazing at all the stars, aligned,
just you and I.

And the mornings when I awoke,
to you by my side,
those mornings were,
some of the best of my life.

When the wind whispers in your ear,
and the sun fades behind the trees,
please remember those days we spent,
out in the fields.

But my time here is withering away,
so with these last words,
I just want to tell you today,
that you are my world.

And when I go,
please remember me...

When the wind whispers in your ear,
and the sun fades behind the trees,
please remember those days we spent,
out in the fields.

Living in seclusion,
trapped in an illusion.
Lost,
but found.

Finally found happiness,
in a catastrophic mess.
Inside,
my mind.

Scaling the walls of my mind,
searching for things I can't find.
Trapped,
inside.

Stuck in a grand illusion,
no escape from confusion.
Lost,
my mind.

Is there an escape,
from this awful place?
I'm happy but alone,
my mind if left to roam,
roam the innards of my mind,
a dark place inside.

The basement was damp.
"I love you,"
she said,
as I finished pouring gasoline,
on her ******* body.
"Shut up,"
I said,
as I lit the match,
and dropped it on her.
"I love you,"
she screamed,
as I watched her burn,
from a far.
"I love the smell of burning human flesh,"
I said back,
and smiled.

I love,
and we're unbreakable.
We kiss,
and we're untouchable.

I think,
of all that's possible.
We run,
and we're invincible.

I want this to live on,
but it won't if we're pretending.
I want this to end well,
but I can't remember the ending.

I fear,
and we are weakened.
We fall,
what are we seeking?

Something to save this,
something to hold us together.
Something insane,
something that will last forever.

Piece together the story,
write up a masterpiece,
just don't forget,
the ending.