The aliens are already here
The aliens- hip, square and clean
The runaways, they've disappeared
Down pipes and drains and holes of
Sewage garden, gangs and green

There's a silent anarchy stirring in the heights
From it flows a saturnalian wine
For this free country
Can't stop drinking
Stretching its mouth to indulge in extravagance
It must be everyday, it must be more-
Take it all
Create a proxy war
And as the black *** sits and waits,
The kettle cries wolf

I pledge allegiance to the grandest of institutions
Where the last, best hope on Earth is hidden underground
Where only married fools are allowed to divide and conquer
And make gracious dents of our lives

Keep marketing death
And selling hope
Chips in our heads and
Veins full of dope
Mental warfare
Gangster mentality

The revolutionaries you hired are losing
So you better add more fuel to their fire
Till you got newspaper gods and TV messiahs
And all the innocent ones are pariahs

Capitol I and little u
Here's a free copy of our corporate Bible
Don't read the fine print
You Dead Peasant
Cause we might just put a policy through
Our Mammon's still hungry
Mommy's little terror

Bed right and woo
Bilderberg *******
Underground railroad of hate and hypocrites
You sell prison Gods
And sunny asylums
A life full of plastic
To die wrapped in plastic-
No wonder the blues originated here

We would have settled for the Silver Age
Even if it was Iron in disguise
But you kept it out too long and let it rust
Telling us it's ok-
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

We believe in something
But it's been called by the wrong name
For thousands of years, we've been insane
(What's in a name?
Your fascist-military-papal gain)
Dropping bombs on the peers
You've pressured before
Going off to make new friends
***** diamond

Wish you a water burial when alive
So you simmer in your beloved element
Better be mindful of death
You'll never die
But beware when that elixir explodes in your face

All we want is a world where sinners sin sincerely
And the narcs are narcoleptics
And the dearest of the devil dare to see more clearly

Let's put the prisoners in a church
The congregants in a prison
The crazies in an art school
The students in a parachute-prism;
We'll send them off to all four corners
With crayons, canned goods and doves (for the mourners)
In hopes of one day seeing a world
Where expression is survival, the beggars twirl,
(And no one goes hungry with a palette of rainbows
On a day when only true praise is hurled.)

Art is made to forget we're slaves
To show the world's flaws
With a tinge of beauty
So it's bearable
How ****** up things are
How we need change
But the true lovers
Are not at the top
True lovers' passion lies in bottomless alleys
Seething baths of sweat
Relieving sins imposed by a lonely man
A ceremony of the streets- Not your false ritual

"You're all talk and no action-
Where are the answers?"
Well, sweet inquisitor
We just don't have the power
And those that do are pinball wizards-
Deaf, dumb and blind,
And friends of time
Why should they care
In their own little Edens
With fortresses of gold
And platinum eyelashes?

Aquafuck and Aquafina
*** and water
Rings called sacred
But profane down under

No Xenia, no refuge, no candle in the dark
Pyramid pointless
Your fascist brigade claims its people are fasting
Least you could do is use your paper wisely
Add impresario to your resume
And let us have our heyday

It isn't how it feels
But how it looks
We could've been healed,
But they burnt the books
Better get a gun
Technology won

They say war is over when you want it
So I'll sleep in bed all day
Throwing pennies in my dream-well
Letting my weak flag fly

And I wonder why Africa, Egypt, Eden's eating me
As the host to a ghost they pray so sweetly to
It all boils over in oil to who's royal
And what ever happened to loyalty?
(With no boundaries)

Powers that be
I need to put you out of my misery
So here's your shut-up money
Your gilded cage becomes
My blank page
Your sedition becomes
My intuition:
The last standing land mass- No woman, don't cry
Ain't that a gas?
Better take to the mountains and the trees
Before you say this too shall pass

We all bleed the same
Cultivated and wild
Fragile dust
Abandoned by a mercurial God
Waiting to be saved by a beaten sailor

It started as a shade of green and blue
And golden sands and cosmic plans
Transformed to the home of me and you
Where 100 shades of grey steam the sky
And colors fly to a place we'll never reside

Wonders of the world
Don't require human hands
A heart is all you need to plant seeds
And touch the sky
A mystery it was
And a mystery it'll be
Even if it's all dust
And matter and debris

Still, I wish I could pull a brick
And watch the whole thing crumble

Typically the savior gets attached
To the one who's falling that they catch
But this is a clear role reversal
Guess I missed too many play rehearsals
I suppose I was your Persephone
Hibernating winters on my knees
Soon your Zeus-like ego began to show
With all the focus on your lightning bolt
I was there through all eleven seasons
Throwing away caution, rhyme and reason
Now you say our future is yours only
Dividing a union that was holy
But I refuse to coil 'round your finger
Under thumb or stone I will not linger
Though I'm in between Satan and the sea
You will find you have no power o'er me

Stadium of rock, stone in my boots
Rolling boulders with my amulet noise
This is my sixth limb, rather my extension
Watch me roar, shake this gorge
I ****** the peasants, the Pharisees and lords
They gave me the spotlight , I gave them my creed
A mutual yet flimsy roll of the dice
But I promise, at night, I put my halo back on
I promise, at night, I say my little prayers
And when I weep, I weep salty tears
And when I ride the snake
Amidst the purple haze
Like a flower in the sun,
I think about a girl

The journey, the chaos
The spiral, the fluid knot
A gamble with Saturn
But oh, to be the vessel
I should have sensed
A lottery changing hands
But not in recompense
Past the fiery sixes, swept up in seven's bliss
Rolling with the eight-***** , now clenched in nine's fist
But deep inside its dour palm
Lies a truth-
It won't be long
(The first cut is the deepest,
The last scar is Eden-bound)

Rather be deluded than diluted. Like your personality that wilts in the presence of radiance. I hug the shadow while you embrace the darkness. See the difference?

My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle
Iscariot in his chariot, and me in a box
He keeps spare containers of light
For when he roams with dinosaurs
In crypts lacking oxygen
His roots go deep
And I'm the monkey chained in his tree
Trying to reach down and pull them out
The devil resides in the cleanest box
Keeping tabs on us
My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle

My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle
Iscariot in his chariot, and me in a box
He keeps spare containers of light
For when he roams with dinosaurs
In crypts lacking oxygen
His roots go deep
And I'm the monkey chained in his tree
Trying to reach down and pull them out
The devil resides in the cleanest box
Keeping tabs on us
My beloved sold me out with a kiss
The camel passed through the needle

Count down from ten
You stop at six
Three more years?
You’re running
A bus stops
Is it time for you to get on?

Manifest your destiny
Make a wish, I'll take your memory
There is no law, I'm just your genie
Planting twisted seeds, to your head from my beak
I gave you mirrors, you made the ripples
I gave you pillows, you shunned the simple
And if you rip the feathers out, and shed your skin like I did
I'd bet you seven rainbows, I'd still get in your head
If you want me, you know where to find me
Crowing by the weathervane, or oozing down the chimney
Old man tree, here's a cigar for your tragedy
If you need me, I'll be in the clear, busy counting
Six for a second, *** for a minute
Six for a minute, *** for an hour
Six for an hour, *** for the weekend
Twenty-four carat-gold stars
My original idea
Became your original sin
Became your aboriginal idea
I laugh at the mess you're in

Manifest your destiny
Make a wish, I'll take your memory
There is no law, I'm just your genie
Planting twisted seeds, to your head from my beak
I gave you mirrors, you made the ripples
I gave you pillows, you shunned the simple
And if you rip the feathers out, and shed your skin like I did
I'd bet you seven rainbows, I'd still get in your head
If you want me, you know where to find me
Crowing by the weathervane, or oozing down the chimney
Old man tree, here's a cigar for your tragedy
If you need me, I'll be in the clear, busy counting
Six for a second, *** for a minute
Six for a minute, *** for an hour
Six for an hour, *** for the weekend
Twenty-four carat-gold stars
My original idea
Became your original sin
Became your aboriginal idea
I laugh at the mess you're in

Light keeps the darkness at bay
Darkness keeps the atoms in sway
Memories faked as much as faith
Raw neurons on a birthday cake
Wet leaves stuck to white car hoods
Look just like bullet-holes would
Sketch me, photos make broken shelves
Till leaping lamb of hope kills itself
Come together and taste some death
You'll be like Seth or burn like ****
Googly-eyed with brains all fried
Notes the secret satellite
Reality shifts under your feet
As your door breaks down, here comes the heat
Pink fish visions and scaly birds
Robots prophesize unsaid words
Indians paid with camera lenses
While the moon loses all her ******
Americans watching cartoon life
As their hands turn clay and rust is rife
Yeah, we all got our own dead twin
Tastes like cinnamon vitamins
You ******* dumb deadly lifeless fools
Reject anything until it's cool
Light keeps the atoms in sway
Darkness keeps the shadows at bay

They want to send me to AA
Just for drinking a bottle a day
That’s nothing, I say
Compared to the Thompson’s and Hemingway’s
And they don’t have an internal divide
Where society’s poison seeps inside
And everything is left to die
Including one’s own peace and quiet
But while they’re out balancing checkbooks
I’m around balancing scales-
The two ends of a triangle
Trying to reach the ultimate peak of harmony
And it’s this imbalance which turns me to the bottle
Would you rather it be pills or powder on full throttle?
So please let me get my beer gut in peace
One of these days the new leaf will turn over

I like the wasteland
Frees my brain's storage space
In great big nothing
You have so much room to create
Trees and grass and houses
If that's your thing
I rather make up my own world
Listen to the whales sing to me
Through cracks in asphalt
A bubble grows
Snakes do cartwheels
I drink lava through pantyhose
I have no box to fill
No tan lines on my wrist
Wading through the portal's lagoon
Blow my paper swan a kiss
Look upon the rolling ground
It looks like moldy carpet
I hop into my taxi cloud
Get off at Martian market
Place one ear to the ground
I hear my records' rumblin' sound
Contort my body till I'm rubber
Fling myself onto another
Great big nothing

Church bells ring as a train chugs along
I can't hear planes much
But every time I look up
I see one
And the birds stick to trees
Or a brief wispy breeze
The only ones higher are too busy
Looking down, circling
And all the clutter and clatter
Makes me want to batter some heads in
These objects look foreign, forged from a rolling pin
And they're just pretty guts and grey matter
I don't have the money to become an astronaut
So how can I know for sure that space exists
And if the final frontier is the mind
How far have we to go
After all I can tie my shoes with one or two bows
An every holy man seems to have
A wall street connection
And when Jesus says ****
You know he means business
And my tax dollars just went off
And killed a little kid
If the world ended
When we all stopped dancing
That must mean we're zombies
Especially the prom queen

Church bells ring as a train chugs along
I can't hear planes much
But every time I look up
I see one
And the birds stick to trees
Or a brief wispy breeze
The only ones higher are too busy
Looking down, circling
And all the clutter and clatter
Makes me want to batter some heads in
These objects look foreign, forged from a rolling pin
And they're just pretty guts and grey matter
I don't have the money to become an astronaut
So how can I know for sure that space exists
And if the final frontier is the mind
How far have we to go
After all I can tie my shoes with one or two bows
An every holy man seems to have
A wall street connection
And when Jesus says ****
You know he means business
And my tax dollars just went off
And killed a little kid
If the world ended
When we all stopped dancing
That must mean we're zombies
Especially the prom queen

I just wanted you to show up
You just wanted a show
You just wanted me to grow up
I just wanted to grow
Except this time you see
Desire hanging from the tree
And this time I see
Fear twirled around my knees
And you always remember
The ones who succeed
And I always recall
The ones falling free
Guess you’re lounging by the hub
And I’m swinging on the rim
You need to be immersed in it all
I need to learn to swim
You surround yourself with glamour
While I play in thunderstorms
You attack my ugly wounds
But your beauty sure has thorns
Now I just want a show
And you just want to grow up
For I am you and you are me,
Wedded to each other’s calamity,
Until this big world blows up

You shot me out like confetti from the canon
But you never intended to clean up the mess
Already shed my dress
And the scientist will never find the holy grail
The words impaled as I lit another flame
Hid my tail between my legs
And slept in fetal position
I beg for inquisition, instead I got a lousy photograph
A freakish silhouette defines now who I am
Amid all the loud, happy sounds, all I hear are church bells
A death knell and a dirge that fell on its sword
You took my moon away, but you never tasted its core
So plant some seeds of memory
Cause my daydreams haunt me
And the taper has almost reached the floor

You call it how you see it
And I can’t say I blame you
You put me in a state of disorder
So of course, chaos ensued
Now everything is warped, distorted, upside-down
An unnatural wrongness in vice
Imbalance of the gunas
Delusion has its price
I find myself guilty of
Sleeping during the vibrant sun,
Blind faith, self-destruction
And ultimate non-conformity
But I never meant to act unreligious
Never meant to cause disharmony
Never meant to act with self-praise
Never meant to act immorally
Contrary to the laws of the planet,
I embrace self-rejection
But should this terrible reversal of order
Be considered evil?

This heaven and this earth we must appease
Until the laws of destined karma cease
There is no omen, is no sign
Is no reason, is no rhyme
Mountains, crumble on us
Rolling hills, cover us
You’re crooked, kissing two masters’ feet
As Satan sifts your soul like rotten wheat
There’s a great gulf that’s fixed
Don’t sleep, pray on this
Mountains, crumble on us
Rolling hills, cover us
The son came like a bolt of lightning
Sweating blood and not admitting who he was
Drink up his alcohol, root for the underdog
His father sees all but remains unseen

I can't allow myself to want you
But I need you here
Cause I'm afraid I'll disappear
At the hands of
The ego-driven
My enemies
And my fear

There once was a time when I believed an apocalypse was just a sunset
And the story always began with light
But now the Earth has turned into the Dark Forest
And I'm afraid to sleep at night
Cause my doctor gave me a big dose
And the dusk seems to bring Them closer
And my nightmares would scare the bravest ghost

I can't allow myself to need you
But I desperately want you near
Cause I'm afraid I'll disappear
At the hands of
A ruthless society
The consequences of mistakes
And the relentless fear

I wish
I could just disappear completely
In the arms of sleep
Or a miracle
That dissolves my outer shell
And sends my soul up into the deep

But I know
There will be
No story-book ending
I'm a special cause
That needs to be destroyed
I'm a wicked myth
So please don't try to befriend me
Even I can't defend me

Once the world was my playground
A place of smiles from strangers
Under ethereal streetlights
That highlighted muted words and soft touches
Now the world is a battle-field for my essence
A place of traps and landmines
Under sinister trees
That sway from a wretched wind

I have to face facts
Despite the holes in my memory
And the lack of information
They're waiting till the end to tell me
I have to relax
While they're taunting and harming me
While they're haunting and alarming me
I have to turn the other cheek

Cause this much darkness
This much misery
This much depression
This much anxiety
This much paranoia
This much erosion
This much anguish
This much despair
This much melancholy
This much dejection
This much isolation
This much heartbreak
This much pain
This much gloom
Means it's going to rain
Means I'll soon meet my doom
And I'm guessing I deserve it
Pour suffering over suffering
Despite the fact that I'm already overflowing
(But I must remember
That they probably are too)

I'm driving, hands on the yoke
I bought it by acting like One
But I dread every Monday
My eyes shoot missiles to the moon
Every night on Sunday
It's ok, let the bombs go off
Erase some of my misinformation
We're all in handcuffs anyway
But who's got the crooked stick
I'm flying, hands on the yoke
I was taught it by acting like One
But I dread every knock-knock joke
My co-pilot tells me as he eats
Blood oranges
It's ok, let the bombs go off
Erase some of my misinformation
We're all in handcuffs anyway
But who keeps beating me with wood
The death sales, the dead don't sell
How did it start, when did it sail
An all the ELFs have taken
The death ray off the shelf
So all our cells can scurry

Your cold dead red eyes
And your skin as white as snow
Is all a pigment disguise
This much I know

Cause I refuse to believe
That your heart's made of stone
But you never give relief
For the boulder in my bones

I know for me it's an uphill climb
And well, for you, you've got plenty of time
You have the power to heal my scars and gashes
But you just sit there obliviously batting your lashes

I know your world consists of black and white
But please stay in the grey middle with me tonight
Cause a wise man once said, as his words took flight
That there's more to the picture than meets the eye

And I'm barely holding on
Like a leaf that turns to ash when winter comes
You're the virus and I'm the host
I'm the static on your A.M. radio

So I let you take over my immune system
And destroy me from within
While you ignore my heart's satellite
And change the station so you can sleep at night

Three silver cars, don't drink the water
this land is your land, red wagons
with noise and cruel laughter as a noose
shadows of birds- hallucinations
don't drink the water- you're in alien nation
hammer in the nail--pound, pound, pound away at my sanity
the Mad hatter was a schizophrenic shaman--
all a leader needs is a follower
society not meant for this animal
angelic minds deflowered by....
tattoos influence your fate--
own the kingdom or wear the crown
deny your true identity and society will make one up for you
"if the shoe fits"
will technology and nature ever be lovers? sometimes opposites don't attract
first cig of the day is always the best--then its downhill with a black lung
we find value in being robbed as we're robbed of our....
billionaires are lucky cause they get first dibs on a new planet...
purgatory is septia-toned
they turn you on, they get you in, until you drop out of your own free will
alienation
fake flowers last forever
the world's in such a fever it can't see straight
the movie reel is static--run, run, run
the tame beasts and wild birders are coming to feed

It goes in, it goes out
The cause and the cure
The faith and the doubt
It goes out, it goes in
Cyclical nature
Miracle and sin

Checked into hotel Cali
They say it all comes down to balance
But I know they're casting spells so
Next time I'll have no allowance

But I've seen the magic, in the unfolding
Unyielding power of something divine
Nobody's perfect, I'm the furthest thing from it
I've been this way for all of my lives

Will I reach the next number
Will I graduate
Should I give in
Or wave goodbye to fate

It's closing in now
They're closing in now
Is this the whole story
This can't be my story...

Falling into place
Is a smile upon my face
Finally
Not from fame or fortune
Friendship or freedom
Not even from love-
Perhaps it’s from above
The universal shove to try for nothing better
Cause it’s all happening here and now
The undone sweater, the sacred cow
The tattered feather, the broken vow
One last love letter before the bow
Everything is everything
You can’t take it with you
No need for alarms and only good surprises
Gravity is golden when it means your soul can fly
Lost and found
A celestial sound
A soft rebound one day at a time
The grand conspiracy holds answers
But only in a song-
Are we wrong to feel that where the light is is where we belong?
As the prophets dress in their Sunday best
And the rest wear denim
As the streets bleed venom
Who will pass the number test?
The few are stuck on eight
The rest are pining for nine
Building shrines of word and rhyme…
What is the essence of the institution of death?
The raven and the writing desk
The mystic warrior threats
The fisherman and his net
Look at the star and focus
It needs your sight to shine brighter
Drift like a kite and bounce off a sunbeam
Never knowing what it all means
Falling into place
Is a smile upon my face
Finally

They want to go back
I want to go forth
At 30 miles an hour I’m thrown off course
Cause I can only move
From point A to point B
Can’t seem to twist and turn my way to Z
So I walk in lines
And I talk in curves
I even have my breakfast for dessert
I feast on ancient melodies
And the sinister, sweet breeze from the trees


I want to go back
They want to go forth
So I climb through my wormhole and head north
Cause I can only move in a straight line
Which is a circle in our non-existent time

Are you ready to come in
Learn to swim
Or are you in on it
I feel Pele
Inside of me
Raging like the waves
Penny for my thoughts
At what cost
Piggy bank overflowing
Not enough time
Not enough rhyme
Too much furniture
So I strike the flame
Take back the name
Peel the layers with a pen
Cause it's cheap to be sane
When you're in the game
Where's the envoy in this cosmic bend

He was a traveling man
Traversed the world by balloon
One day he landed in a magical place
Became a leader, the sun and the moon
This is a place where animals could talk
And people were taught in the arts
Could it be it’s all alchemy
What else could turn light into dark
But who was the very first lady
The one who possessed the first magic wand
Who turned sounds into syllables
Who taught the language down here in Oz
And who got the credit for it
Certainly, not she
They call it an accident
Or something done by he
And the angels look like flying monkeys
The angels look like flying monkeys

American rings
Are worn to receive
So who is the giver
We all have our needs
Suffer my desire
Quench this endless fire
The rhetoric of lust never ends
We break but never bend

American rings
Are worn to deceive
So who is the giver
Born into disbelief
Suffer what I’m lacking
Mend my broken back
I’ll always be incomplete
Still I need you to compete

American rings
Are worn to relieve
But without two givers
Trust can’t be retrieved
Suffer my desire
Mend my broken back
The rhetoric of love always ends
Still I need you to compete

A body full of rocket fuel
And rug burns on my knees
To all those out there I hurt,
This is my apology

I wish I could undo
Everything I’ve done wrong
But since no one’s listening
I only have this song

And I know all the sorrys in the world won’t be enough
Would it please you to see me in handcuffs?
I know the road to redemption will be rough
But I ask, to this plea, please don’t wear earmuffs

I live everyday in the horror, in the guilt
How did I weave this never-ending quilt
The world is caving in, the sky is falling down
I know I don’t belong to this world, to this town

I just want you to know I pray everyday
For the turning back of time
I never meant to cause you harm
All I can do is rhyme
And pray for forgiveness
Pray for forgiveness

A body full of rocket fuel
And rug burns on my knees
Cleanse me of unknown faults
You’re the ones that hold the keys

Laughter
The kind that's not ghastly or cruel
The kind that doesn't make you feel like a fool
The kind that doesn't come from demons or ghouls
The kind that travels from your gut to your heart
The kind that unites people two worlds apart
The kind that makes your smile hurt, belly ache- the kind that leaves a mark

I don't remember this kind of laughter
But I would give anything to feel its echo
Cause this kind of laughter isn't amusing
Unless it's a non-stop marathon where beer spills out your nose

And laughter of this purity leaves a ripple in time
Beyond memory, break-ups, make-ups, wrinkles, and clock-chimes
Even if you forget it, it remains in your soul
You'll see it in your cosmic movie- floating out of charity's bowl

You put me into a state of emergency
Announcing the funeral of my youth
In my bed the pillow’s hard and stiff
My mind is alive and aloof
With thoughts both dangerous and real
Reading minds is not surreal
But a scary task to conquer
I can tell from her screams this is serious
I keep that naïve melody to put me to sleep
But it does no good- the wails still creep
Into my bones, which ache like a lost diamond in the deep
Then a man who pretended to be Jesus read my mind
And I came undone- who are these people under God’s sky
Strangers they all were but not strange enough for me
In that area I reign queen
So I think about the passing time
And if I can’t be myself I’m better off dead
How dare you attempt to get inside my head
The caverns are too dark and deep
They alone put me to sleep
I’m weary, waiting for the day when I can say
“This must be the place.”

He comes on like a messiah
But true colors show he's just another warhol
Hanging second-place decorations for all his candy's & edie's
Meanwhile I'm overdosing on his love in the bathroom stall*

Now I'm forced to sit and watch you leave
As I desperately point out
That the trees aren't bare yet
And it feels like I'm drowning in a helmet made of weeds
And I know you never wanted to take on my disease
These tears are fierce but these eyes are weak
And I'm left to paint the years with a crooked branch
And a palette of whatever shade I chose to bleed
All because you won't let me follow your lead
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, but you refuse to hear the noise
I guess this is the moment when men become little boys

You were almost worth dying for
And no one is worth dying for
But that's the soul I'm looking for
You were almost worth dying for

You're a hungry hungry hetero
Inhaling all the weeds for the sake of
For the sake of looking free
You're a smack-dab heavy-looking warrior
Carrying a gun for the sake of
For the sake of looking like
The TV gods on the radio
Which is poisoning the waves
On the brink of flooding us
Flooding us with messages like
Wake up
Wake up
The poison is sleep
There's a reason why no one
Remembers the spine-shaking dreams

You were almost worth dying for
And no one is worth dying for
But that's the soul I'm looking for
You were almost worth dying for

Ancient as the wind
Monroe hips
And a smile that could stretch for miles...
Classically outdated
But the flower never faded
Honey is just searching for redemption
On the wings of Magdalene...
One day your empire will rise from the sea
The ashes will fly with the breeze
And the rain will be as pure as the first tear that fell from His eye...

When you look at me
All you see is a mess
That needs to be pronounced
So you talk in code
Thinking I don’t know
I’m the prey that needs to be pounced on

But if I had you in the palm of my hand
I wouldn’t crush you
Or put you under the lens
This soul is just not built for revenge

Yeah if I had you in a jar
I wouldn’t judge you
Or mock you from afar
I’d set you free to play amongst the stars

Yeah if the roles were reversed
And I was the blessing
And you were the curse
I’d come in last just so you could be first

But the birds are chained to the sky
And my heart’s tangled in webs
And while you’re out playing
I’m working on the dreams in my head

Cause all I ever wanted
Was to make someone like you proud
But at the end of the day
You go back to your friends; I go back to my cloud

They have an app for everything
Apply this apple application vigorously
I need an app for this confusion
Where’re all the apps for my delusions
Hallucinations seem pretty nice
But I rather control them with an app
Delirium is no friend of mine
They control it with an app
All of these buttons produce bad business
You’re the ones who push them, I’m the witness
They take their pictures with an app
Photoshop the eye of the beholder
It’s the witching hour
They shout it from the watchtower
They climb up and down the ladder
They train the cruelest adders
With or without an app

You can’t find me in a dictionary
So I can’t be human
As much as you love this race
You hate it just the same
Can’t decide between the two
So you want to lay me down
In a bed of weeds-
Waters always rushing-
You want to trap my soul
For my misdeeds-
Waters always rushing-
I wonder will I be plugged in
To the source-
Not your swords or cords
Can a heart’s halo crack the surface
I want to know
Cause the observer effect kills us all
Whether we jump, swim, walk or crawl
One little flutter, I could have flown away
Now I’m in a different place
With different kinds of art
And different listening devices

We're all armed & dangerous
In this land
Cause one arm holds the power
As the other goes numb
And part of you disappears
While someone whispers that you're winning
But what you've won seems nothing
Compared to the fresh peaches and plums
You picked as a child

You know nothing
I know less
Seems the whole world spins on
An uneducated guess
Connected dots replace
Moon’s curiousness
An upon a shooting star
I wished for death

Flickering rotation
Signals all is strangely fixed
Like a warrant on my life
For obscured charges
They love to say they care
As they play in hyacinths
Upon the ashen horse I pray
More time for forgiveness

I saw you fly away today
A brief tinge of pain
Then release
Cause in my crowded mind
I sought relief
I fought to constantly
Crawl out from underneath
Shoulders aching heavy
Like some demon had me
On its leash
But I heard you fly away today
And now I know
That love's too cheap a word and
All the talk and proverbs
Don't do you justice
When weighed against
Their lies
Disguised as trust
The one thing that doesn't hurt
Is the one thing that scars the most
Advice from them
Bad luck to me
Good instinct
Is a luxury
Sell you down a river
For some stasis in bad company
Ready to meet your maker
And they close you off from the sea
But I felt you fly away today
Your quills filled
The ashes of my brain
For the first time
I truly feel safe
Can tell the sterling
From the grey
A real reflection's
Underway

Today I memorized your face
But still can’t pinpoint your smile
All is in perfect symmetry
But your eyes change color
So I’ll protect you from cosmic rays
While you use infrared to see right through me
And in the audio afterglow
We’ll let the sounds and colors wash over us
I don’t want to be your passport to the afterlife
I don’t want to be the black hole in the center of your universe
I want each galactic moment to stretch on elastic
Until it’s time to say goodbye
Until it’s time to see a shooting star and wish for change
And we’ll have a casual funeral
The neighborhood kids will surround you
And perhaps provide you more comfort than I ever could
But until that time let’s savor this energy exchange
You can turn the clock of my third eye into a tree of life
And I can plant the sun and moon into your bloodshot eyes
You’ll protect me from cosmic rays
While I use infrared to see right through you
And in the audio afterglow
We’ll let the sounds and colors wash over us

She prays upon an oval pill
While the universe plays the blues
Colors mix with audio pollution
Incongruous are the hues
Her head’s a church of bats
Screeching and shrilling, imagine that
Her stereo is her only muse

Inside…
Preachers, teachers, sleepers
Ponies, cronies, phonies
Murders, murmurs, lurkers, tearjerkers
Sexes, hexes, Pseudo T-Rex’s
Splices, spices, identity crises
Chasms, spasms, *******
Tongues, songs sung, smoke-filled lungs, décor hung
Confessions, obsessions, strange blessings
Gargoyles, rich spoils, no mortal coil
Rose windows, ruddy elbows, emperor’s clothes-
A place of chaos and a place of hope

Outside…

Ax to the head
You make me feel like I’m dead
As the colors swirl into red
I lay myself down in bed
And you know exactly what you’re doing
Ax to the head
It makes me feel like I’m wed
And I remember the things you said
As I lay myself down in bed
And it knows exactly what it’s doing
Ax to the head
My brain is cut in two
So no matter what I do
Every sin feels like new
I don’t know exactly what I’m doing
I’ll never know exactly what I’m doing

The leaves are swirling
In a whirlwind
Soon it will be Halloween
It was a rough summer
You never got to win
So before winter
You gotta get the last sting in
You’re so busy
It almost makes me dizzy
You’re so terrible
It almost makes me hysterical
Baby bee
You’re such a baby bee
Not quite a mystery
But it’s almost Halloween
It’s been a rough summer
You never got to win
So before winter
You gotta get the last sting in

I followed sweet music into the mountain
I sat in the tree to try and catch lightning
But I only felt most alright
When my bed was the backseat
No sunlight, no headlights
Nothing flying by
No leaving behind what's
Trapped, still, and lonely
No looking at yellow lines
No not knowing where to turn
So takeover the helm in shifts
Ignore me and let me drift
Into somber slumbers of bliss
I'll know when I get there
Don't knock on the window
Just keep the wheels spinning below
I'll know when I get there

Had a bad fall today
I spread His words out like needles in the hay
Only wanted to solve mystery
But I stretched out beyond the limits-
You were nourishing me
So I pray, don’t let the passer-by trample me
Underfoot, don’t let me be a poor creature
Send an angel to put me back in my place
In the nest- where I can get some rest
Till I’m ready to fly
Till I’m ready to fly

The bath and body
Were lukewarm
And at the grave
Only five mourned
So she reached
For a bag of relief
Smack on the table
That would blow his mind
Blood under the nostril
Chest pains and a cough
All the bottles in the world
Just weren’t enough
Walking around
With eyeballs exposed
The quiet vampires
Are craving mystery
Take a swim
In the chemical ocean
Drown in your vows,
Your blood and your potions
To live in the afterworld
To die in life
To mingle with the spirits
To feed on the great light
She really needs
A bag of relief
To feel invincible
To feel at ease

Poet in a concho
Myth for the ages
Enigma luminous
Bearded electric
Did their knaves and knifes stick you
Bind you with a trial
Of all the confines and cages
Your last straw paid someone's wages
Stole your peace of mind
And various other pieces
You predicted the machines
And they surely came
Genetic disposition for
Eternal inquisition
Did you enjoy the ride
Is your theater still running
Have you forgiven Zeus
Or are you riding that lightning bolt
If he let you finish the job
Setting the world afire
I'd have loved to watch it burn with you

I've been harpooned by your love
Sent to outer space with your smile
You've got more stamina than any planet
You've got more life than these pair of doves
I just set free
And I set them free for you
Cause they shouldn't call it falling
When I'm flying in love
Anti-gravity with you
Is better than a drug
You break the law
Without being wicked
And so,
I become your backbone
When you have no spine
I become your lifeline
When you need more time
And still if you choose to die
I'll help you die a beautiful death
My wire-walker
I'd fall for you, any day in any way
Ropes are bound tight
But I believe in you
No matter how much they try
To sway us
I'll never betray us