strolling through the grass
patches of dirt sprinkled about
planting seeds of hope
the sun, the moon they shout
watch intently as they grow

gripping my talisman
waiting for my woman
peering through the within
this life is filled to the brim

sprouting up and out
evolution is man's best friend
jumping through time
the end is never the end
the end is never the end

I'm in the business
of killing feelings
like swatting flies
I swipe and slap
and they dance about
effortlessly evading my grasp

the living are
the envy of
the dead

the dead are
the mystery of
the living

the times are
the frustration of
the awakened

the awakened
the enemy of
the sleeping

the sleeping are
the friends of
the powers that be

the powers that be are
the bane of
the entirety

flames of hell
burning bright
you can't see it
it's like sunlight

illumination
the only thing
that transforms us
and makes us want to sing

gift from heaven
like a dream
it seems odd
nothing is as it seems

interdimensional
through time and space
seeking truths
all over the place

in this world
on this earth
we feel it all
then locked in a hearse

so before that time
its dawned on me
that nothing is by accident
nothing is as it seems

Yeah, its done now
I saw your eyes
Glinting and shimmering
Before the sunrise
But now on my own
And you are too
The words you said
Weakened me like a flu

We came at dawn
Naked and cold
The wind blew strong
Suddenly felt so old
With limbs paralyzed
By the thought
Of the end of the line
But I fought

Now I'm stronger
I must admit
These things happen
And people don't give a ****
But from within you
You can sense
Your hearts aglow
And no longer so dense

to the sound of the guns and the sirens and the screams
i look upon you and ask that you don't hear my words
with all my heart and soul i feel the tattered clothes
hanging on your frail frame like an innocent man dangling
over a retractable floorboard

marching through the forest and then the town and through streets
paved with the blood of the children of the downtrodden
mothers cry out for the one true savior of their grief
the creator of all things holy and good and unmistakable
hears the chaos with a cool grin

it is he who witnesses the wrongdoings of beasts
as well as the good-natured and even-tempered
the wrongs that are righted by the hands of demons
and the atrocities that can be seen in the palms of saints

these spiders crawl into my brain
and I can't really complain
as their venom flows and swirls
I'm a sucker for a sweet girl
with a like-mind and a welcoming smile
think i'll sit here and stare for a while
as she walks past me on the same path
in my head, I burn and I crash