I takes care to stoke the flames rising,
or simply not to pat them down.
The ***** stare-at-the-wall riding
in hell
thinking
"where can I get another shot in this town?"

Down facing over our work to do
Cold cracked fingers bleed
through the gloves
the need to mend
is broken in the bend
the work for value
time trade
til no tree is left standing
to gather the dust of our
constructions...

I've holes inside my body no one's ever even seen
My skin is made of something that is thick enough to be
A layer of confusion in the eyes of me for you
But if you want to want me there is nothing I can do

I'll separate the years and cast them out upon the sea
And watch the salted water move, collecting our debris
"There's nothing left to carry," said the wave as if it knew
That we are not each other's, time has split us both in two

what would happen if I walked a thousand miles a day
   And put myself in places where I do not have a say
It's nothing but the soil and the monsters that I see
They're crawling out of spaces somewhere deep inside of me
I want to leave them everywhere and write about it too
But know they're coming back for me the moment that I do
  So if you want a story have my words fill up the page
It doesn't matter anyway, the monsters know my name

I use my words too mindlessly for anyone to be
Affected by the air I take to give my voice a beat
And when I swallow all of it my silence wakes again
To give my thoughts the company I haven't in a friend
I roam the quiet corridors and try to find a way
To speak without depending on the flesh I wear today
But all I see is nothing when I open up my eyes
I'll say this off the record - we are whole if *nothing dies

What of the words that have rolled off your tongue, tired and heavy in sound
Can they still puncture a heart that is worn, waiting again to be found  
Telling the people what they want to hear does an injustice to speech
If they all say you are gone without hope, they've put a limit to reach
It's like a drill that is carving a hole, making it harder to hear
Voices of those who are fully aware, able to speak in the clear
Time between pauses will soon disappear, leaving your mind to the buzz
But if you can focus the quiet will come, settle the head that once was