What did you learn from the kiss, besides the sweet taste of her lips

(oh please, please **** this
take this life, I don't need it
I don't know, what reality is
because I cant see through all of this)

{digital heaven, electron clouds
negative zero, screaming out loud
digital angels, burning in hell
downloading demons, no soul to sell}

(it is time, time for change
it is time, for better things
to get away, to the other side
to fall asleep, and open your third eye)

{getting away now, ascend into blue
digital cancer, the way out is through
through my digital heaven, electron clouds
negative zero, screaming out loud}

(that was once, was once me
it was once, was once us
what we've become, something processed
feeling so numb, take my last breath)

{getting away now, ascend into red
digital healing, waking the dead
getting away now to the other side
breathing in slowly, spun out of my mind}

Staring at your face under the harvest moon
No romance, but there will be blood soon

punishment, not fit

for a velvet plaything

treated like lobotomized dogs

vast vivid wilderness of pain

will you ever see through the fog


the wretchedness I adore

in my head, eternal hell

taken for granted our prizes are mounted

the hypocrisy we deplore


punishment not fit for a mangled heart

blisters these hands twitch

to be found, all is lost to start

feel the nervous itch

I am your disease,
every time I come around you vanish me
in every cry whimper or sneeze
I am the ****** in side your head
you are to scared to embrace
I am the horns of the devil
and the smile upon the angels face
I am the dream you cant control
I am the drug that makes you go

we've turned into the monster
that we fought not to be
deep in a darkened whole
black eyes no longer see

burning bridges
perceptive imperfection
a left hand turn
in the right direction

I am your release
everything you want you take from me
echoing your disease
all you are and all you will ever be

elapse relapse reprise your demise
I am the horns of the devil redesigned
objects perplex reflect there subjects
I'm the smile upon the angels face

you are the moral in my dark soul
the purpose to be found
a voice tells you to let go
it's more beautiful 6 feet underground

laying in bed dreams of voluntary aggression
upon waking disappointing depression
or are we being naive now, thought dissection
deflect suspect rejects, infection perfection


who will even see the things we create
think it's great to annihilate the whole human race
debilitating thoughts not knowing how to feel
like naive dogs lost without there master

treasure pain, because without pain
there is no pleasure hit the main vain
insanly refrain from the mundain strain
bane lame thoughts plains of blood stains

I'm asking not knowing what is real
conditions of contradiction & elusive entities
entanglement of putrid bodies
in a mind stricken by poverty

dance around things you don't mean, like a drunken prideful nomad. I represent everything I am missing. yes I, what do I mean

My future Is a retro black and white
you can have the hear to eternity
Romance can be created
did beauty destroy the beast
the clicks exist in your mind
it's so sad and beautiful
that in death we find understanding
blue and resting under the moon light
let the moment exist or make it happen
is there a right or a wrong
tread lightly on your ancestors
A throw back to the future
nomadic minds laid to rest
with the modern pharmaceuticals
take it back to a place we know
a warm comfort  to wrap yourself in
but with the knowledge we have
let us search for the truth again
even if it crushes us