Retired, hopeless wonder
Spilling his thoughts onto an LP love letter
Your last goodbye to a forgotten generation
Spending your money without hesitation

Live fast only to die young
We'll remember you for the last song you sung.

Shot to stardom on an ounce of success
Delivering the sound only you detest
In the news for the week you're on the scene
They capture you as you lose the dream

I remember you for the eponymous
While your sophomore sits collecting dust
The more days you age, the less we know
Of how good you were at playing shows

Live fast only to die young
We'll remember you for the last song you sung.

Man vs. Man at each other's necks
Eight and a half million living now wrecked.
Hero defined as a medal and a grave.
How many souls did those deep pockets save?

So by the end, of those lasting four years,
Many men fought while living in fear.
Did action gain comfort for all your misdeeds,
Cutting and cropping to get what you need.

What does choice mean to men that have all?
Is it just a lark, a game of cup and ball?
Or is it power that comes into play,
To corrupt younger minds and all that they say?

Will the wealth of the world help in the end,
When you're drowning in the ashes of a million dead men?
Your lily-eyed soldiers won't keep you afloat,
As you sink down slowly on your small lonely boat.

So while you sit and wait at those pearly white gates,
Your judgment now chosen, thus sealing your fate.
Blind, controlled and tortured by all those you wronged,
The master now puppet, in hell you belong.

In my mind there is a mirror
With two heads talking back to back.

Duality conflicts this image
Two sides going head to head.

Oh I'll be dreaming in a room of error
Cause my black is an offshoot of red.

I lie.
I lie to myself, I lie to others,
I lie to keep them happy.
I lie to keep my heart and eyes.
I lie to stay awake sometimes
Just so I can fear sleep.
I lie in bed at night sometimes
Dying as I weep.

I lie to those around me,
Friends I've known for so long.
I lie to perfect strangers
So they feel nothing can go wrong.
I lie to keep myself at bay,
So my mind can feel normal.
When I don't lie, I feel as though
Everyone would hate that I'm abnormal.

These lies I tell my heart,
Just to keep me in check,
All those days I used to have when
No lies I would tell can affect.
The outlook I used to have on life
When my thoughts were oh so callous.
But the more I lie, the more I find,
There's no use in finding balance.

My lie lived life can never stop
As long as I continue to live to lie.
But the thing that hurts the most is when
The love of false makes me sigh.
I will accept my faults, as a liar lost
Within this world I create to be.
But don't hate me when I set myself
Apart from those lies that had set me free.

What if we mailed a letter,
To Matthew, Luke, and John.
That Mark had conceived a practice
Which would turn the world around.

To freely speak his mind upon them,
Faceless tadpoles in the crowd.
Just open your ears and hear these
Insightful thoughts through a speaker loud.

As he turned his mic toward her,
And grinned a smile so warm.
She often got too frightened,
Fearing his life in danger and harm.

But this was not a contest,
No beauty prize at hand.
The only thing he demanded
Was to introduce them to his band.

Of cheerful loving misfits,
That faught for truth and good.
To flip the frown from beneath them,
Just like any honest citizen should.

But to win over such an election,
Of justice, daft, and punk.
Would be to lift them from their tight knicked chains
And fill their lungs up til they are drunk.

Oh what an hour for thought, my most hated of all times.
The way you keep me up so restless, the way you paint black my eyes.

There is only silence with music, rhythm without an end.
The lasting laughing hatter sitting, quietly without friends.

But when the sun comes up in the morning, when everything is right in place.
The darkness seems to linger,
Dead last winner with a mindful of the never ending race.

Watch the work pile up
Let the books tower above you
One essay after another
Each thought forsakes thought
Lifeless emotions a blunder

Wired to a desk
Four by five to be exact
Lucky linger a top your head
Utter feelings of being dead
When can we kick back?

One more month til spring
No use crying over spilt milk
Dig that whole real deep
With enough room for your mind to breathe
Pencils don't write well in dirt.