Somedays, we are empty and open
To the strech of our paper veins

              We lay here, good as dead and cold
               Till we precipitate a foreseeable
               Anomaly, coming this way

I remember every word,
spoken like a ghost
Hawking my brightness
with mystique or just paranoia
Of not giving in

                But remember again the full
                extent
                Tears are feeling to come, as I
                wrench some

Feeling of abstinence, vocal chords stretched to a merciless extend,
just in my head

                 Your open wounds dressed so
                 pretty, almost made me forgive
                 you

          And forget how large forever is

the darkness shy to discrete
silvers even the finest golden screen
and the men are casted in that burning breeze
for the pigs need a golden leash

all abort the american plane
the sky is burning but our site is faint
and their laughter echoed down the drain
they gave us a shovel to mine the golden plain

we will return to the salt and the sea
******* and your money
we will arson your hollow kingdom, just see
******* and your money

Listen before I go, The end of the world.
Goodbye cruel world, cruel world, in the flesh
It ain't me babe, wasteland, baby.
Imagine, this empty northern hemisphere
Dead and lovely,
As it was Asleep.
Teach me,
How to disappear completely.

High and the lows, such a mountain seeps into shore
The fever grows, and I don't know, the meaning of this bell
Do you hate this, when you are feeling thin and bored
Or do you hate that, a mouthful of words to abide my unforgiving tell

Led down, dear child, push gnome out of the frame
Make room for yourself, space you won't let anyone in, brace
And in a thousand years, when all of this cruelty is upon us, in spring
There will be flowers and tree all over your living grave

Dear Lady Lazarus, I always get stuck when I start to write
Can I stop believing in the unknown, abstract, neigh, and the dark
I am scared, and all around the watchtower there were knights
Signal of distress, liars, thieves, herd of unheard sparks

It was the little child, with balloon in hand
Asking for some shelter against the coming storm
But all request was met by dismissal, he turned to far sand
Where he stood atop a great sea, a hollow mountain was born

In the watchtower as I watched, in some fond
I couldn't help him, for I'm a chained king, blind
So I asked for forgiveness from the mountain, or deity, or electron
I'm trapped, Lady Lazarus please let it be meaning you find.

Myth is blooming like an ambitious lily
Too little and innocent for this world
Out of that contrary scene, the sky
darkened
And everything went parallax, turning blue
All of this foundation of our creed, are built on blood and myth
Like the lily it collapses in craze
Flee for your love or your own mistakes