Will you find more satisfaction once you complete the transition of becoming someone you feel you're supposed to be,
Or will you realise the distraction of your real mission;
To become fully exposed to the idea of 'me'
And be completely happy with it?

Pull from your face your gross disguise
And lay it gently to one side.
Just for a second I'd love to see your face.

I want to tend to your insides
And leave your psyche through your eyes.
But I can't get in.

I can remember being happy when the sun began the structure of my day.
Your eyes were wider than they can be
When your one and only flaw would fade away.
It was October when you left me and my life was rife with clustered disarray.

The present teaches you to be alone,
The future is afraid of your cause,
The past is a shadow of shame
But at least it's yours.

Her eyes light up the sky,
They shine like the evening sun.
Disguised by a broken goodbye;
Soft words that can't be undone.

Her soul speaks its cool wonders
With the beautiful words she says.
This desperate hunger
Is not going to make her stay.

You know I'll try to keep it together,
but maybe I'll come undone.
But we will become.

If I were to take a gun and place it on my head,
I can't decide if my brain would run
Or beg for me to shoot it dead.
Shadows cloud your shining sun and leave me full of dread,
I truly thought you were the one,
But now I wish for death instead.
An easy route would be to shoot
And end this endless agony,
My faith, beliefs, pulled at the roots,
And everything I've claimed to be,
Erodes within these desperate wounds.
These desperate wounds you gave to me.

I haven't seen dry land for weeks
So long the water speaks to me
The salt has dried upon my cheeks
As I float along the weakened sea
Your waves come crashing over me.

I can feel myself slipping in and out
of consciousness
Confusing states of somnolence
With the prominence
of the bottomless consequence
of sloth.

You will die tomorrow.
So what will you achieve today?
Will your day become dictated by sorrow?
Or would you stray beyond your natural way
To try and accomplish all of the things
that you were once afraid of?

Maybe you can't decide,
Maybe you'll cry about it,
Maybe you'll waste your time wrestling with the thought of not wanting to die.
Maybe you'll shamefully realise
That every single day of your precious little life
Should have been lived as if this day were right;
As if you were really going to die...
So open your eyes.

Tomorrow, you could die.
So what will you achieve today?

All the promises that we made
Were torn away from us that day
And we were forced to accept that the world was not the happy place
that we used to think it was.
And all the smiles that you once gave,
Became shadows of laughter I desperately craved
And every little piece
of your pretty little brain
Became the only worthy cause I knew.

You don't know me anymore,
And I can't accept the fact
That you won't stick to what you'd sworn,
Or leave my dignity intact.
Although my prophecies are worn,
And my problems highly stacked,
I still think that I'm all yours,
And that hope I will protract.

Have you ever thought a thought
That you needed to erase?
Have you ever felt the crisp wind
On a sunny winter day?
Would you ever like to lie
About the way you'd love to die,
Or would rather find out how
While your eyes are looking up at the sky?

When you look deep into yourself,
Do you see a mirror image,
Or a person that you don't know but
Could spend a lot of time with?
Do your senses fade away?
old and crippled, turning grey?
Have you noticed that your days filled with laughter
never sound the same?

Do you ever think a thought
That you'd rather wasn't there?
Have you ever had a vision
That was forced upon by fear?
Would you ever touch a life
And be transported through the eyes
Would you find a deeper comfort you'd
Always wanted to find.

Have you ever thought a thought
And questioned everything it taught?
Have you ever wanted more
Than just a quartet of walls?
That try to hide away the wars
And the sores that are yours
Or are you happy living life behind closed doors?

I would love to open up,
And be a better human man,
Give my love to everybody
And receive it if I can,
But the truth isn't fair
And most fairness isn't true,
and the is fast approaching it was always going to catch up to you.

Brittle bricks crumble underneath your fingertips,
The pain you miss disappears from the sanctum that you think this is.
You're confusing your grandeur with the beliefs of your pastor
and your lackluster opinions will cost you in the long run.
So you'd better run faster.

I'm an eroding man, made from brittle bricks
with dreams of fixing the worn-down walls of his internal premises.
I'm running on a silver lining who's high-hoped speed is fast declining.
So should I stop smiling?

My problems don't worry,
they laugh all the time.
You seem in a hurry
to make it feel fine.
your voices are demons,
they ring in my ear,
my troubles have deepened,
I'm living in fear.

It feels like my sunshine
is fading to grey,
and the problems that aren't mine,
look nicer each day.
your voices of demons,
they stay in my head,
our prophecy weakens,
and confronts me instead.