Just us now all alone the party is in the other room. Justice now sits upon a thrown made of handcuffs and chains, barbed wire and bars make the walls and floors they are paved in gold. As guards in suits and ties watch the halls swatting at any butterflies passing by.
Justice now fair be it from I, as eye lay down, a world to waste. It's in the skies, it's in the taste, it's the reason why we'll always try. It's just not in this place...... It's just us.

abandoning all absolutes and allowing alternate answers always acknowledging all astonishing and ascending.

your words can move and show truth to thought. those who see may find light in the dark with nothing less than a look in your hart. I bleed my words and wright my roads with nothing more then lessons taught, starting from the time of birth. This world can scare and so can words so use them wisely and walk your path asking not why but just with an open eye.

black cats cross my path as more sand sifts through the hourglass. counting seconds like debt with no money left so i'll bounce checks to the ceiling and for what it worth I'll spend this time on earth. still looking back for the change while the future seems so strange so i pay in the moment shaking hands with the tax man but never really owning **** but the blood sweat and tears i drip. If a penny saved is a penny earned you can put me to rest in a copper earn. As the hands on a clock are always turning it's the fire inside me that's always burning so I laugh at luck and throw dice to the sky. There's no need to hold back tears this world can make grown men cry so one rule and that's eye for an eye with no reason to lose sleep over it cause we all know how time loves to fly.

land of the free, mostly homeless and in prison. force fed demons from the time we started breathing. now with no solutions who's part of the problem? let's solve it with some solvents and sleep through the morning. fined me wide eyed, screaming at my dreams cause i can't wake up with a fist full of hope but an empty cup.......... I've been talking to your maker and he don't give a **** so it would be best if you could just wake up, let me scream............

hope without action, is it compassion that's lacking or just a withdrawal of self satisfaction that's made us lose traction. now stuck in reverse while in the back of a hearse and it's just getting worse. with high hopes we cry "why oh why" but if only we could try

even if skipping claymores at the seashore, always dress for success in a barbed wire tie.
see it's not the ball and chain but the rust that's pumping through your veins,
reciting rigor mortis in light of an afterlife. i may have found mine but purgatory allotted me more free time.