I tripped a wire and
set off the bombs
devasted my skull
blowing out my eardrums
I wish I could escape the
massive flame but it burns within
My temple caved
as I march to the sound of a
broken war drum
The warrior has disappeared
lost in the smoke and fog
...I've lost the battle today

I could rid my eyes of this pessimistic view
I could buy into the latest design
I could distract myself with a goal for gold
but a little voice tells me I'd be better off dead

I could give everything of myself and work
myself to the very bone
I could aim to set off and save the world
I could bend over backwards to earn your praise
but alittle voice tells me I'd be better off dead

I could've,should've,would've
but never did..
because if living based on such artificial things
and I am forced to strive for the "American Dream"
Dieing would be ever so awe-inspiring

Remember one of the many things on this earth
that is infinite and never to be measured is a womens worth
It is so great that it is unfathomable and is never to be forgotten.

Love in the keys is like a mosquito bite
Its an itch you just have to scratch
yet in the end there are no traces it ever exsisted
But if you dig at it deep enough
it leaves a scar
every now and then
You'll hear a faint and haunting buzz in the night
Its a pest!

Looking through the lens
everything seemed so perfect
I snapped the shot
and captured the moment
So it would never be forgotten
Now it sits in an old dusty album
Under a stack of newspaper
and I havent looked at the **** thing in years

I've been wandering aimlessly
in search of serenity
The scenes are evanescent
Time forever fleeting
Recycling the seasons
As I grow...
Uncertain whether its love or fear
that fuels my pace
As I race with the downward wind
sure to hit the pavement and curse it
On my way I pass fading faces
At a glance or by the bump of cold shoulders
My unsettled heart can flee to great places
but the scenery can not correct the loneliness
which plagues it
A lovers touch can fill this void
but its nothing more than a temporary placebo
An illusion of a cure that reminds me of no more
Than how impermanent everything is