There is a side that he refuses to show
With fangs, claws, and a menacing glare
A beast he is called, yet I love him so
For I shall always be his to ensnare

Nevertheless, all he sees are paws
All furry and covered in dirt
So, everyday he opens his jaws
And howls at the sky in hurt

But paws, I tell him, can still embrace
They can hold me near and away from hate
That brews within the beats that lustfully chase
Until they find him instead, and suffer a ****** fate

Paws that protect can't possibly be tainted
By the gore that he sees through slitted eyes
All he needs are hands to be painted
In order to reveal a man in disguise

But I love the beast that he tries to hide
From the tops of tufted ears to the tip of his tail
I'd enjoy much less the company of tainted hands that lied
Than that of ***** paws that I know will always prevail

There are as many reasons to stay alive
As there are ways for one to give up and die
So, it would be senseless not to go and try
To not let this wonderful day pass you by

One of them is because we're here
Trying our best with smiles and cheer
To make the meaning of living clear
And wipe away your nonexistent fear  

But you refuse to hear our desperate pleas
While brushing us by with practiced ease
Boy, all we want is for you to be pleased
And not have you fall in shame to your knees

It hurts to watch you wallow in pain
While questioning whether you are still sane
Girl, we can swear death offers no gain
Other than to experience an existence in vain

Life is the ultimate gift that's granted
To every single animal and tree that's planted
So, it's only right for God's children to be enchanted
With a split mind caught between straight and slanted

Whether you're happy or sad
Whether you're a son or a dad
A child that's good or one that's bad
You were born with permission to forever be glad

Boys and girls we beg you so
To hold on tight and not let go
It's unbearably hard, this we know
But carry on and your spirit will glow

Clarification on reality is such a joke
No one has the right to tell you you're broke
But, truth be told, you're a withering bloke
Who's counting down the days until you croak

You can't help but track the time
Listening carefully for every ring and chime
The path to heaven is quite a steep climb
Therefore, you're careful not to commit a crime

One, two, three, four
Death is knocking at your door
Five, six, seven, eight
Drawing closer to hell's gate

He breathes frost across your skin
While giving you an eerie grin
Everyday he counts your sins
And keeps track of where you've been

Life is a maddening adventure of deceit
A wavering story that you fear to complete
Yet the temptation of existence is much too sweet
So, naturally, you strive to grasp the treat

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
In your grave death does delve
Now he's counting all the teens
While whispering what he's already seen

You're shivering now, but it's okay
Because the sky can only stay so gray
So, when off the path you begin to stray
Death will help you, and into the ground you'll lay

He'll smile kindly and sing you a song
Yet he won't expect you to sing along
Because he knows that you've been staying strong
While struggling through this life of right and wrong

You started out just like every other child
Desirous and willing to accept the dare
But alas you fell hard in a world so wild
That it left you trembling from the life-lesson scare

Still, you strive so hard to let your face be known
The sound of your voice and the prowess you possess
But there's no need to place yourself on a throne
And turn life into a mad game of chess

Your words are doted upon in kind
As you throw yourself in the face of disaster
Though, in time you will have lost your mind
Beneath the title you claimed as master

You are loved, dear warrior, not a God to be worshiped
So, make this life your own and not that of another
Take the old, holy book that you have ripped
And piece it back together for the sake of your brothers

We will remember you as the knight of honor
The one who saved lives for everyone's sake
For we were the only ones who saw you not as a fawner
But as a loyal man careful not to make a mistake

So, to you who has placed himself so high
We can and will most definitely ensure
That it is heroes who may die
And legends that will undoubtedly endure

When I look into that cold, glass surface
I see the face of a clown, fresh from the circus
With eyes too small and a nose too big
I stifle a sob and tug at my wig

Why did I have to turn out this way
An ugly creature without a word to say
To those who have been granted perfection
Why must I have to face this reflection

The disgust that I feel grips me tightly
And I know that I shouldn't take it lightly
But it burns my heart and crushes my soul
To know that I will never get to see my goal

So I shall lock myself away from those expectant eyes
And hide beneath an impenetrable disguise
For I do not wish to ever catch a glimpse of that face
I'll hide the key and leave not a single trace

No one will remember this person that hated
Everyone and everything that made life so complicated
With their laughs and their beauty they flaunted about
Making me realize what I was left without

I'm not a favorable being in the eyes of God
From the day I was born I was destined to be flawed
Sometimes, though, I get that strange desire
To lift my head up and see him that I admire

It's painful, I'd be a coward to lie
And I'm sorry to say I'm not willing to try
To be a more cheery, a prettier person
Because I fear that my appearance will only worsen

But the time will come when I must reveal
This inner me that refuses to feel
Because I placed that key on a crumbling shelf
While wishing to be anything but myself

Carved out of shadows
Constructed from ash
Our hearts were filled shallow
And our minds were made rash

Our skin is the fragile enamel
That wraps around our bones
Proving that we're only mammals
Refusing to reveal what's already shown

Our lungs are indecisive balloons
Expanding and deflating in turns
Desperate for air, as if caught on the moon
We breathe in order to learn

Fingers and toes are spun from webs
Creating quite the intricate designs
We're given an identity that will never ebb
And an existence that we must resign

But faces are the most important
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Noses dissect what is discordant
And the mouth makes the expression whole

People, sadly, are born dead
But humans are of a different matter
We're made of the stuff that we've bled
So we must be careful not to splatter

The main ingredient is life
With just a sprinkle of death
But don't forget the strife
For it puts voice unto our breath  

We thrive in what we hate
We stumble in what we love
Yet this is the way to create
The stuff that we're made of

It patters against the pavement
Drop after drop, splash after splash
Having realized its reason for repent
It shakes the world, clash after clash

Allons-y danser dans le plui
Ecoute a la orage
Le sang est dans les nues
Allons-y chanter avec courage  

I'm wading at the waste
Into a town with no name
My mouth is filled with a bitter taste
Leaving me with only the sky to blame

Allons-y danser dans le plui
Ecoute a la orage
Le sang est dans les nues
Allons-y chanter avec courage  

I hear the chanting of young girls and boys
Singing clear above the rain
It's a soothing sound, easy to enjoy
And I start to remember that I am indeed still sane

Allons-y danser dans le plui
Ecoute a la orage
Le sang est dans les nues
Allons-y chanter avec courage

Ah, there it is again
The voices from the other side
I raise my arms, wondering where they've been
And why they've left me here to abide

Allons-y danser dans le plui
Ecoute a la orage
Le sang est dans les nues
Allons-y chanter avec courage

I feel myself being lifted
Rising slowly from the lake
The voices say I have been gifted
And that I'm giving in for my own sake

And so the angels sing

Let us dance in the rain
Listen to the storm
The blood is in the clouds
Let us sing with courage