Oh illusion can be so glorious
Love one of the greatest of all
He is everything EVERYTHING
was my world...
illuding me into a world of wonders
you ***** I'm not oblivious!
...I think the washer is broken.

On my wings I carry a message
I am the wind through your hair
lifting hares from their holes
Look folks it's magic!
Now come waltz with me in
this newly found court
The judgement is yours
"To be or not to be"
I have so many questions
Now that we've reveiled
The night's endeavors
Why do we allow History to repeat?
We the people who are sacrificed and silenced
Who out there has the eyes to see and
is also infected with a "knew" type of fever?
Cabin fever folks
How can we be content with the way
our earned cash is spent?
I say it's time to find the means and
make it end
Can you see rock bottom yet?
Let us breed rapidly our ideas
I bring this to you a silent prayer

Wells overflow
due to black stars
Wishes falling flat
Leaving traces of tire marks
Fate treads upon a corpse
and I wonder how long I have
to play dead
Before this mauling stops
Fight or Flight
I'll surely depart
what a shame
to fancy the otherside
of the moon

I watch him as he's treated like a germ
behind his eyes there are whimpers
A secret held
for no one should know
because once its revealed
they treat him like a *******
My heart cries out and yearns
to console
to show him acceptance
as he struggles to do so
Death's cold breath raising hairs on his neck
At seventeen he faces this foe
Lost in a world that holds too many
Homophobes
Curse all of them
Curse his darkest taunting hours
Curse the creators of this Reaper
and when they walk in the fires
crying out
I hope the devil relishes every moment

When the world crumbles and erodes
there are few witnesses who make a call
they wait to recieve a ring
desperately
carrying on restlessly
and like a tree that has fallen in the
middle of nowhere their lack of a voice
makes us question the damage
or if the events have even happend
but internally we are all left shaken
waiting on a hero who only exsists in legend

I wan't a new pair of shoes
that are made for tough terrain
That people admire
tightly laced
where I can leave an imprint
on every place I roam
I need new shoes for I have grown

It could rain for 40 days and nights
flooding the streets incessantly
and he still looks on lovingly
as the water destroys everything
and he's left treading on resiliently
gripping my hand firmly
keeping my mind from drifting
singing to me steadily
as the winds pick up and pelt his face
the tears like stone engulf my place
yet he stands and braves the storm
carrying on
refusing to let me drowned in sorrow
A spirit so strong VS a mind so narrow