Temporary satisfaction
Split my soul into factions
My love for him is a fraction
Compared to this guilt reaction
And now hatred spreads
Like the fear here in this bed
Now a demon grows instead
Of the peace held in my head
Tangled to the tree
Powerless and “free”
Tangled to the tree
With a million souls to feed

They come to you when you weep
They enter your dreams when you sleep
They come from a place known as the Deep
They are hunters who use your salty tears to reap
All your sins
All your broken promises
All your faults
All your misdeeds
They carry their keep to the big empty
To feed the aliens, the cacti and the dusty weeds
The leftovers get poured into a stream
Which runs into the river
Which flows into the ocean
So as you look up at the clouds
In a state of love or fear
Remember that they're made of
All your recycled and discarded tears
So dance in the rain
Hear the passion of the thunder
And don't be afraid to cry
Open your mouth and taste the wonder
Of nature's pain,
The strange and insane,
The wild and the tame,
The cycle of loss and gain

Bared every piece of my soul
I knew how
Still these trees remain barer
Thrown a hundred frisbees in spring
Turned a thousand saucers in fall
Still pie in the sky wins
Watched a lot of people
Seen a ton of smiles
Still trust is obsolete
Walked a million streets or more
Tamed even more shoes
Still I’ve gotten nowhere
Read all the books they told me to
Seen all the classic flicks
Still most amazed by fire’s flicker
Every city seems the same
Every person less a wonder
Still they say life is wonderful
And the wedding gowns blend into the snow
I somehow like them better that way
Still one or the other seems off-white
Plucked the petals off a garden
Wished on endless shooting stars
Still no miracle of love

We were always bored
Looking for a piece of the action on
Ash tray floors and ****-ridden windows
Ambitious, ambidextrous fools
Trying to reach the icy heights at flaming fifteen

As we got older
Now we're too busy to just sit
And stare at the wall
We should've just stared at the wall
While we could

But we were too busy climbing
Overcoming building blocks
Now that they're stepping stones
All the doors we really need are locked

We should've stayed grounded
In trampolines and pavement chalk
Biding our time in the
Occasional tightrope walk

But to have it all when you want it
Is such a drug
So we pushed each other off
Just to feel the flight of falling

We tried so hard to make the pieces fit
But one puzzle solved
Is just another with more anguish in it

Taking left-hand paths
Just to prove ourselves right
Filling unknown vacancies
We were explorers in the night

As we got older
Now we're to busy to just
Wander in the woods
We should've just stayed in the woods
While we could

But the page has turned
The properties of sin have left us
Stranded in empty lots
Drawing straws for who and who is not

Passing notes and paper planes
We should've been holding hands
Connecting dots, embracing pain
We could've formed a circle band

Kings and queens and peasants
We were them all
But the trinity was dissolved
By geometry's laws

We tried so hard to make the language fit
But one riddle solved
Is just another with more questions in it

When genuine thoughts begin
To get abbreviated
You better pray you're not
The one who's deviated

Cause as we get older
We become too busy to
Recognize the truth
We should have recognized the truth
But it's no use

I don't know what happened to us
But I thought the underdog
Always got the glory later
So I saved my moments in a box

But the contest for youth fame
Is masked by drama's feeble gain
Cause what transpires long after
Is a race for cheap laughter

Better cross your fingers
And stand out as a loser
Lest you become a cabaret
The second you begin to change

I tried so hard to make myself fit in
But one problem solved
Is just another nihilistic moment

The anatomy of a hand
Is closer to a belief
One is me
Two is us
And sometimes
Two is a mindless gesture
Peace or horns,
Love or scorn,
Take your pick
Three is trinity
Three is just
Until it comes in bad luck
In those with a pulse
Cause one will always betray
Like a school-child abandoned in the playground
And four is quite the score
If you know the true nature
Of the Hanged Man
And five is a silly thing
It's only our limbs
And stars and such
No rush
And six knows all the tricks
Until it's reversed
And seven is heaven
But also holds wounds
Yet then again, it can be friend
Pushing you closer to beloved ten
As ten is perfection
Until you reach twelve
Count on your fingers
I dare you delve
Into the anatomy of a hand
A thumb is a woman in thin air
Index is male-talk for beware
Beware the pinky finger
An evil little thing
A ring is a finger not meant for a ring
It all lies in the middle
******* as planned
Yet in your anger you're blessing above
Blessing what cannot be named
But don't tame your hands
It's all part of the plan

A spear. An apple. A wing. A question mark split down the middle. B and V. Our biology. A pair of puckered lips never meant to bare teeth. A stamp. A shoe that doesn't stomp. A hard hat stubborn to turn and to change. Grows until you die, but shrinks all the same. A manmade symbol. A hallmark holiday. A trickster fairy's best weapon. Romance, erotica, intimacy an *******. Love, but not the love the world needs most. Reproductive organs, upside-down or right-side up. A moon. A teddy bear's ears. An inverted triangle. A horizontal, double-scooped ice cream cone. Weighed with a feather from a guard of hell, and we have heavy, hungry hearts. Without another ond we can't fly. Two snakes united in a kiss embrace. Evol.

Father, son, and holy ghost
Galaxies out there are also down here
Where fire and brimstone meet the ocean
Rocking rolling dancing purge
Sacred cleansing primal urge
And as we lose an angle breaks
We stand alone and here we start
Connect the signal brain and heart
The closest and most far apart
Keep going till you reach the edge
Find a way to bridge the gap
Shift the hourglass
And pray for wings

The banished cloud in outer space
Traveled at a rapid pace
But it was not its will to go
Where its master told it so
Still it went where there was nothing
Hovering above like future stuffing
Till it cried and cried for ages
Forming waters, each tear’s wages
Then the spirit of the cloud
Went into the liquid, proud
All its salty tears had made
Below the surface, many shapes
Going up, it cried some more
Then went back down to see the score
The shapes began to have symmetry
And soon our oceans came to be
Still the cloud was unimpressed
It missed the old home it knew best
It had its creatures build a floor
To catapult threw surface door
The impact was tremendous waves
Inching forwards with every spray
Soon the ocean floor was broken
Each wave with debris its token
Till a piece of solid land
Formed amid the ocean’s band
Now the waves had a place to rest
And the cloud began to build its nest
Each drop of water made seeds in the ground
Trees were made, an Earth made its first sound
The map of green grew, from small and from great
The grid of one color, on a blue spinning plate
But in spite of its creatures, the cloud felt alone
It realized the trees would make better homes
He taught all his followers how to rise up
To crawl on the land, an eventually stand up
Some, above others, excelled for the better
Till their scaly features became wombs of feathers
So the question remains, what will this cloud become?
Why was it banished, by whom and where from?
Are there a group of dragons, living in the fiery sun?
Was the cloud a mere disguise for this banished one?
Cause even a dragon has wings to fly
It’s surely not the same as just floating on by
So perhaps this shamed dragon, in its new form
Aimed to make its own world, out of its scorn
Instead of fire, it breathed in the air
After first making water its lair
Now it too had wings, but all the control
Anyone made here comes from its soul
Still, a surprise came before it could think-
Two perfect walking images- and It tricked them in a blink

I want to live in a place where the bed means truth

A perfect escape from a ruthless world

Candles, wine, music, and an ancient tapestry, a soft breeze through the window and a daydream at night

Lying wide awake in solitude, in the ****, in the mood for *****, or the newness of a tender touch from a stranger

You would tell him to wear a mask, be the phantom, disguise the fact that he's human, and then proceed to make love like aliens on a planet where the sunset is never-ending

Without words, but only a soft genuine kiss, you read each other's mind- Goodnight but not Goodbye- and in his embrace you slowly start to feel him dissolve- atom by atom- back into that foreign celestial heaven

And then the pain is numb in the aftermath of pleasure

You feel the Holy Spirit in waves- and imagine you're pregnant with God's baby.

Two worlds
Of three dimensions
Collide together
Or
A black hole singularity
A portal between universes
And there are many
Bouncing back and forth
The beginning of the beginning
Puzzles cosmologists
But only in your heart
Can you know what It is

There he is
He is the center
Of a great big wide circle
Whenever he moves left of center
My right brain starts to hurt
Cause people get married
And he digs a grave
And she starts getting pedicures
And really should someone contain all of you
Consume every inch of you
Is this union a patsy for something better
Something more obscure
Because there he is
He is my center
Of a great wide big circle
Whenever he moves right of center
My left brain starts to hurt

I heard through the grapevine
The Gestapo are out tonight
Weaving their tapestry
Of violent sport and time
So I duck into alleys
******* my talisman
Praying for personal glory
A reordering of the cosmos
But all I get is an enigma
Enigma with mystique
I hear the chanteuse sing
It makes the colors bleed through

I heard through the grapevine
The star police are out tonight
Weaving their tapestry
Of karmic sport and time
So I duck into nightclubs
******* an eyeball glass
Praying for personal triumph
A reordering of the past
But all I get is an enigma
Enigma with mystique
I hear the chanteuse sing
It makes the colors bleed through

You were a legend
But I barely knew you
You were a peasant
The grass grew through you
You were an anchor
To my mother’s ship
You were a lover
With a fighter’s wit

And I came to be
Almost healthy
Almost new
Cause I came from you

Now I’m tied to the moon and wheel
Any spark of light seems surreal
Cause my heart is full of love, but my mind’s filled with fear
And I just want to disappear

But I keep hearing naked songs from a foreign ghost
And it’s these songs I hate the most
Cause even though we met once when I was two
I could never be in your shoes
I can never be in your shoes

Standing on the precipice
Peering into the dark abyss
An untied shoelace,
A sudden gust of wind,
And I fell right in

Now it's all about the observer effect
A staring contest between it and me
Like being swallowed by the sea
When the sea is a deep hole pit

Out of the blue earth, into the black of outer space
But colors don't exist in chaos
The void has no face
It's a place where ideas flow
But no pen and paper can be found

Like when you wake up from a strange dream
The home of your bedroom feels obscure-
No longer a safety net, no longer the cure
And soon the sheets grow cold, the photographs are old
And you have no other choice but to step to the edge-
Just to know what it feels like again

But this time,
Instead of falling,
Someone pushes you

Father sees in secret
Praying in the closet
To let the cup pass on
Fulfilling not destroying
The curse of family units
To let the cup pass on
Planting mustard seeds
Overthrowing tetrarchs
To let the cup pass on
People full of dead men’s bones
A generation of vipers
To let the cup pass on
Wailing and gnashing
Once it’s 70 x 7
To let the cup pass on
Convert to little children
Align your heart and mouth
To let the cup pass on
He who isn’t with me
Is surely against me
So let the cup pass on

I want to go where the stars blanket the sky
Cause without the right music, this *** is cheap
And I don’t wanna be no one’s bane or burden
So put on The Cure and let’s heal each other
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
I want to go where the yellow wallpaper’s peeling
And the factory house is crumbling down
Cause without the right scenery, I fall faster than dominoes
So put on a friendly smirk and let’s laugh awhile
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
I want to go for a ride with the windows down-
A passenger in your inevitable car crash
But the wind’s blowing through my hair so
Put on some good music, and let’s reach infinity
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late

Buried in the leaves you dream of
Earth from outer space
Just one spinning marble
Swirling with places
But back to this hologram cloud
With angels guarding the eastward star
You try to mould your sword in that sun
But you’re tied to satellite-chair handlebars
So you ramble on with your firewater
Swinging by the rim of the wheel
Tripping on virtues and vices
The heartless are so much harder to ****
Body’s forming crystals now
Trees laugh as you stumble in a whirl
Then you remember what I said-
Save yourself and save the world

It's a big bad, mean cruel world
You can't expect much good fire
And he's got debts to pay
And she's got mouths to feed
And we got mamas and papas
Weary of all the ruckus
And she's got a boy to please
And he's got to settle the score
And they keep looking at me like,
"Why should you kick the bucket?"
When amidst these troubles
An among these worries
They still get the weekend release
Cause amidst all the smoke
Among bottles empty
They get their kicks laughing at me
It's all fun and games until the canopy falls
And you have doppelganger dreams, and demons at your door
And she's got poison juice
And he's got drug abuse
And we got mamas and papas
Tired of all the paper
And his mama just split
And her daddy just went stiff
And me, I'm just disintegrating
In the vapor
See I try to keep it light
Never said I was right
You'll never know my tragedy
But if we ever meet again
And you're the one that's spiralin'
Will you ask to hold my hand

Don't worry
It won't come without warning
We'll take care of you
Guide you through the storm
And if your thoughts are led astray
Just remember where you come from
We'll take the pain away
Put your mind at ease
Just look to the sky
See your troubles fade away
And when you come back down
You'll find your place among the squares
Why would we intend to do you wrong?
You're the ones that hurt and harm
So don't be scared at all
Stunt acts are fun
No need to sound the alarm
Simple policy and procedure
Just keep minding your business
And lose yourself in freedom
But if you happen to be present
Know that you were special
You were chosen as the chosen ones
And people will remember you
Don't worry
It won't come without warning
We'll take care of you
This is only a drill

My thoughts, my words,
I purge them out on paper
But the echo I hear,
Most clearly in my ear,
Is the conversation
Infinite feelings
Through infinite cigarettes
Life done
By twenty-seven
I’ll take that bet
The echo of epiphanies,
Ends where it starts
A run-on sentence
Beginning with f*ck
“Your name here”
In wonderland
Sounds less melancholy
Than “your name here”
Anywhere else
I’m in an **** of the mind
I’m burning up
The fury with the might
I’m trumping death with life

Alice is being put back into the basket
The last thing she saw were pelican wings
She’s being shipped off to Africa, Alaska, Antarctica
Where all her ideas won’t mean a thing
Barrel of monkeys, household deities
Ballerina idol figurines
Empty harvest, ashen dreams
Scapegoat of all mystery
Send her to Babylon, Venus, New York
Build her a temple for the deported
Cause she’ll never be destroyed
Just atrociously unemployed
While everyone back home
On their counterfeit thrones
Saturate the seventh day
Plagiarizing her decay
So keep the lid on tight
Say your prayers as you fight
Off chaotic thoughts
And warnings made in tears
As Alice is being put back into the basket
We continue bobbing for apples

The experiment is maliciously cold, dangerously cunning-
A wrong sort of rapture
An invitation made in amusement
People surround you like the frigid flames in a hyena’s eyes just before it pounces
The experiment is brutality, a completely psychological Auschwitz-
A nightmare down memory lane-
But whose memories are they?
The experiment (seems) to work by gas lighting and technology-
That’s all it needs- cigarettes and soup
But who’s at the watchtower?
I have no delusions of reprieve- despite what people tell me
They- the illusions, delusions, holograms of people reaching out in “love”
Your love is a weight, just like mine is to you
Yes, I bring sorrow to you, but out of this sorrow something was created
Something you can never know because it can’t be possessed-
Too many ideas and too much time…
Still searching for one thing- not love, but truth
Have a roast, lay it on me
Don’t hold back because you don’t want my blood on your hands
It’s already been spilled
You live with my faults and my dilemmas and my neurosis,
But I must live everyday in the body that houses these faults, dilemmas, neurosis.
Still they turn on their Piscean baths, expecting a scorpion not to drown-
A crematorium with no weapons-
Inanimate objects speak, but humans gurgle out white noise,
A poison formed first in the brain then saturated by the tongue
And all the demonic children….
I am that demonic child. I am that vat of toxic waste.
I am a liar, a sinner, a drunk, a madman, a beggar, a freak, a thief
My pain fascinates others as they tap on the fishbowl glass,
Making me shudder
Are these the people of God?
Am I a person of God?
Most likely neither
But how did it come to this?
And really, what would Jesus do?
Jesus probably wouldn’t live in America
And love isn’t enough
They crave conformity, obedience-
What a sick, twisted practice
The sacrifice of one for all
Don’t make any waves, but here’s an ocean

Furniture moves around inside of me
My brain is the roof
My heart is the floor
Everything else is a revolving door
To live in suburbia you must be lobotomized
You must be cut up
Down to size
Realities are bleeding through
I’m sure they’ll love a train wreck
So goodbye to the oblong
Death for two
Hello to the sharp game of chance
Losing my mind is a sweet romance
I’ve gathered my graffiti tools
Hyperfocused on the rules
Now it’s time
To claim my birthright
To transform into the hunter
To perform like a good boy should
Here comes the Flow

In playing chess with death
Keep your visions in check
Scream to the high heavens
And get a moral bellyache

Serpents flutter in the sky
Dragons from another planet
Their song like fire spewed
And everyone loves their tune

A juggler’s ball
Suspended in midair
Death disguised as priest
Your confession he bears

The mustard seed moved the mountain
But my mountain is a demon who won’t budge
I’m in need of a miracle lever
That’s as silent as a heart’s grudge

The night arrives, wicked and sentimental
It gives birth to morning, unforgiving but gentle

And the moon gives women their claws
As mother earth opens her jaws
And swallows whole all the phalluses
The rich men and their palaces

And broken seashells look like fragments of planets
We may have no mystery, but we still have magnets

And the knowledge of the old gets passed on to some
As the rest of the planet comes undone
And the drunkards are eager to play their roles
As the martyrs wait to save their souls

The flame that survived the storm
Deviates from the norm
A pariah born
In unsymmetrical form
Only when it burns out
Will an apocalypse come
Calling all you monsters
Unite as one

Logical, symmetrical thoughts are all you seem to carry
And they bury me
Do you ever think about the notion of immortality
Even in your dreams
See, I am different, always have been
Always will be
I evolved from something else
At a different speed
Open your third eye and help retrieve my memory
Of a world where we were free
Cause when it’s over, it will be over
It will be
A universal lightshow in my rearview mirror
Take a look and see
You are the people who want to live forever
I laugh with tears falling
You are the people who want to live forever
But this is hell for me

The gods beckon you to join the party
But revelry waits in dark corners
The Gardener of Eden is displeased
And now you’re flying without wings
The naked and cunning never feel
Pressure from above
For the rest it’s almost unlivable
Psychic earthquakes blur the love
Will there be sympathy for the serpent
When the future dies?
As Lilith rises in rebellion
Far from normal in his eyes
It feels like liquid diamonds
But it’s Hotel California
A 50-50 shot
A flip of the coin

Music is the foliage of the soul
Imperfect and irreplaceable
Two different unconnected people
Linked in time to one strange vessel
The ants watch the stars
Cause the stars need attention
To shine a little bit brighter
Make night a little bit lighter
Sigh your last breath
Breathe your first sigh
Space is not the final frontier
Soon these lows will become highs

Dynamite on my magic carpet tongue
That’s the last thing I remember
And she, she was the boldest Aries
She led me out the backdoor
Till we reached a brick dead-end
That’s when this deadly charade began
Never knew love quite like her body heat
And the silken robes we wore became ragged cut-sleeves
And I’ve always had a floater
But these trails are a different breed
And she’s spinning my quarter
But it never falls for me
And my friends in the backyard are watching snakes unfurl
As they stab the red earth and finger their pearls
But I prefer the garden pool, it keeps the neighbors far away
And one tiny matchstick is the only heart I have to play
I thought I had real love, I always put my hands
On her bony shoulders, she liked it then
We all raced to hell in a golden-rimmed chalice
All part of our big, of my big experiment
But infidelity can’t be commanded
Guess I always had a pacifier cold
My crutch of loneliness transformed
Into beds and vanity of old
I pushed them all to sanity’s brink
So I celebrate their pink departure
Rolling round’ in candle wax
Scrambled tape and fear’s embark
Created a demon, thought I was Byron
And this little pet became the death of me
Perhaps I should’ve asked a question to myself,
Burnt my house down, and swam more often in the real
Too much pride to call out for help
Always too much pride
There goes a shooting star

You may hold dominion over me
And if you strike me once, I’ll lend the other cheek
My gaze meets the winged insects halfway
While my brain waits to tell me how to behave
As raindrops race across the window
I fall into a cocoon of sleep
My dreams are wrapped with umbilical ribbons
And heaven still shines bright in the deep

Crosses in the sky
With belief, emphasized
Create a force field of light
That wards off invaders
And curious crusaders
All their silver ships
Crashing and burning to bits
Right next to our southern cactus
Crosses in the sky
Now that all faith has died
Create nothing but an off-blue sky
That welcomes all others
With tendrils, who hover
Now, intentions are smudged
Will they ask us to budge
Or turn us into sludge
We kept them out before
But we still took pride in war
Now we’ve woken up
But our eyes are still shut
Brain got bigger but it
Beat our hearts to a pulp
The missing element
Of a radar that’s bent
Still, a burning cross
Is better than none at all
We can watch it while the grey ones
Swim among the telephone poles
With nothing inside we’re filled up
Like a gumball machine of lies
Brain got bigger but it
Beat our hearts to a pulp

Euphoria or bliss
Sadness or a miss
That's how it begins and ends
The in-between, a dance of sins and amends
So bend or break,
What does it take to set your soul on fire?
Are you lingering like birds on a wire?
What inspires you to trust your heart with something new
When it could destroy you, take your soul captive,
Leave you in chains until all that remains is solitude as your middle name
What do you do when your heart's fortress is broken by one strong kiss?
Or is your heart an open domain where pain is free to reign,
Cause all you know is shame, and you don't have patience for mind games-
Is he a snake waiting in the grass? Or a dog that needs to be fed?
How do you trust the voices in your head
When every time you go to bed your dreams ran rampant
Of faith and fate, love and hate
What will be your heart's condition when you enter the gates?
Cause surely you will be born again into that same exact state

You gave me bad news as I walked out the door
Guess the winds of karma are catching up
Still I search for the boundless space treasury
With hooks of compassion in my heart
Your spiritual residue does nothing but sting
Your god is godless in the big empty
Near attainment with half-closed eyes
I look up and see the symbols in the sky
The red and white beads are making their journey
Praying for confusion soothed and fear pacified
The hollow illusion and the 8-spoked wheel
Are frowned upon by the Lady of the Space Realm

Go back to your violent grace
Your elegant waste
Your newspaper paste
Trained tweaker taste
It’s all good
It’s all legal after all
But the future is moving
Too slow at a rapid pace
When the rabid ones
Are not free to die
An every electrical device
Unmoving, ruins your life
Soon the candles won’t burn fire
And the night will tame all desire
Slave to light sockets
Which were paid for from your pocket
You’re walking on a street of waves
An even dead trees somehow misbehave
When on every corner, inside them all
There’s the dearest, faintest, little hum
Yeah, there’s always an end to this
But knowing them they’ll ruin it
Do a down periscope on your soul
Is there anywhere left to go
That’s not gridlocked or sold
Well, now I really know
The worst is yet to come

I'm running down the halls
Of the Infinite Hotel
Cause I don't want to turn blue
I'll keep going till I hear the bells
On black mamba's shoes
Don't want to be a sucker for
The green big-freeze
If the walls close in on me
I have a sea of pocket universes
There goes one, two and three

I'm the backwards kid
A ripple in space time
Sent from another universe
In the microwave is where you'll find me
Expanding till I burst
Don't want to be a maggot for
Your plot of earth
If the walls close in on me
I have magnets on my hands
To weave the crunch-crunch, bang-bang

I'm hurdling over sand castles
And up ahead some wide-eyed kid
Is toppling them over

Grow Up- Learn your ABC's
-Tic Tac Toe & 1-2-3
Hopscotch, bop-bop, twinkle toes
Head, shoulders, knees & elbows
In It- Trying THC
Just to ***** authority
LSD to open eyes-
Though it was made by FBI
Till birds are mocking
Walls are talking
Brain is botched
So hops & scotch
Jingo Jango in your glass
Your only present is the past
When everything has gone deluded
Spirits drink your spinal fluid
Should have thought Outside the Box
But stayed inside your mental locks
Cause Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Is now a Soul put behind bars

To be with the prince of the air
You need muscle, bone and feathers
Wings of freedom, limbs of grace-
A sky realm once called heaven
But to get a little higher up
Into outer space and beyond
You need a foolproof space helmet
To wave the astronaut’s wand
But to get to the third realm of heaven
Is a bit more difficult and slow
But might be easy for a few-
All you need is a halo

Expose me
But avoid the words you say
Tonight is your destiny
But it always ends the same
A dose of heartbreak
A glimmer of lost faith
A suicidal fate
It always ends the same
The king fainted
In a theatrical collapse
With tragic momentum
He entered the chapel of doom
He didn’t mean to charm you or alarm you
He was searching for the low life
And at the electric wedding
The castles are on fire
So expose me
But beware of the words
Tonight is your destiny
We’re all fighting to be heard
And the king got out of bed
And realized he lost his head

The sounds were muffled
Still the people shuffled by
The living dead corpse
No one felt remorse
Except the king of course
These days, you’ll be put away
For all the strange things you say
While the masses chase wedding rings
He searched for the truth-
It’s been 52 weeks
It’s no world for the meek
Kiss your mother on the cheek
And say goodbye
A mysterious stranger
Gave you the falling sickness

Change your habits
Change your ways
But don't you dare
Pass me by
Give up your vices
And take my advice
(Who is watching?
Who is watching?)
The devil always
Lives in New York
And all cities are the same
So rock like a cradle
Roll like a child
Down the hill,
Down the hill,
Down the hill
Rave on, ravens
Look pretty in the grave
On good ol' Independence day
We'll high-five and low-dive
We'll high-five and low-die
Dear Babylon,
Mother goose, swan song
Must we plan our dirges in advance
If you must, choose the fire
If you must, choose the fire
If you must, choose the fire
But blood in moonlight
Almost looks black
So ooze me into the riverbed
And I'm almost beautiful
Almost beautiful
Always pitiful
But almost beautiful
But for now I've got my sugar
Dog food and guns
And in my left pocket
Some family photos
And invisible bombs
Invisible bombs
(We need invincible drums
To beat the little ones)
Pure and perfect
Empty me
But I prefer the sea of streets
To these roads on my walls
Roads on my walls
I just can't quit
Pack up and leave
This is all I'll ever know
All I'll ever be
(Or so they told me)
So let's get paid, laid, made
And pray we don't go stale
Like the sand and pail
Like the sand and pail
How this land impales

You work with your soul
And they steal with their eyes
And they take with their hands
As they hear all the plans you don't have…
The most ungraceful walker you've ever seen
But when it comes to talk, your tongue's tightrope is a beam
And no matter how heavy and hysterical I breathe
I can't blow your feathered phonics from this slippery scene
There's a laser in the lotus
No proof, but somehow I know this
And the only thing keeping me alive
Is giving you fuel for your sorceries and sapphires
That you cover up with jobs, drugs and flat tires
As the eggs in your head run amok on the wire
There's a laser in the lotus
No proof, but somehow I know this
And you work with your soul
And they steal with their eyes
And they take with their hands
As they write down your plans
I don't know anything, so I'm told, so they blame me
I don't know anything, so I'm cold, and I'm crazy
All I know is a thing I was told in the haze of
Lost control, and it was that I was, so **** lucky to be
Exhaling above ground, above water
So my feet fled, but still fighting is my head
Gutted and bled, and now
Every friend is a cop with a chess kit
Every friend is a cop with a chess kit
Heart's glow is gone but with blood I'll manage
Still I can't repent without knowing the damage

Nowhere to go
Living in oblivion
No root
Missing the mark
When existence is a nightmare
There is doubt and division
Instability and self-destruction
Roadlessness
Being caught in many illusions
Always fleeing or being pursued
Always falling or flying without wings
Lost in a fog
Haunted in sleep
Until Wisdom reached The Limit
Which supported and preserved her
And her baby survived the Hadean era

Drowning in a tub of slime and slush
The mud of the brown in your blood
Down into a dry carcass of wasteland
Where everything is dusty and gray and dying
Then it comes…the redemption of rain
Except you can’t keep your feet on the ground
You’re soaring above the clouds, with no attachments
Drop by drop the universe becomes alive and green again
This mania makes you feel like a millionaire

Must be on another planet
No way Earth has this much pull
Gravity serves a purpose
But it's dragging me down to hell
No one believes me-
When I talk or when I write
So what's the point?
Trying to avoid the knife
Don't have the luxury to repress notions
Depressing emotions
Could fill an entire ocean
Can't numb them with numbers
Cause I don't have the cash
So it's a roller coaster of black back-to-back
Cause if I had access to excess
The demons would go to sleep
And I could create something dissonant and harsh
Like only a freak would know how
But elation never lasts
Only my head which inflates like a balloon
But never stops until it reaches the moon
But it's already been there,
Says the craters on my skin
Now it's bound there like Prometheus
A wo-man outstretched like a star
But never to shine like one

My eyes walk the tightrope
In the shadows of a dancing flame
This feeling is fresh and fleeting
I know nothing will ever be the same
It's the pure and ***** black clean
It's climbing up a dying starbeam
It's the difference between a wish and a dream

(Back against the wall
Awaiting the crucifixion
Feeling the thunder and tasting the bolts
Listening to Band of Horses' diction)

The moon is a disco-ball upon black waters
The sun is a lava-lamp upon our pale backs
Planets are mines for department store jewelry
Hearts are black-lights for otherworldly knick-knacks
Truth is an onion; it peels and makes you weep
Earth is a landfill where bones and secrets sleep

It broke the seal and we disappeared in orbit. Feathers fall around his head. Her feet are sinking in the earth. Our electric fingers orchestrate the planets. The heart of the scorpion is failing. The soul from the star falls down to the clouds and opens its eyes. Sadness and anxiety are sisters. The music is over. I fired the devil and now I’m no longer welcome in his world. Trees drug. Institutions suffocate. All the shapes and colours with their bright, hard edges smother me until I burst like a balloon. I want to traverse the earth in snow, so I won’t have to look to a sky of sorrows in order to come down. I want winter all to myself. I want the water’s reflection upon your face. I want the taste of whiskey in our kiss. Other than that, there’s not much that I’ll miss. I want to return to the nothing. I want to see myself drift away. Till then I’m married to melancholy. Till death do us part.

Strapped to the moon like Prometheus bound
But the eagle keeps eating my memories
In their place remains black holes-
Spaces only my heart can fill
So my head pumps as I forget
Sailing along the Lethe
And yet I feel so ancient-
I remember a feeling
And that’s not allowed
If and when I shall be born again
I fell, prostrating instantly
But who was receiving such reverence
Aliens, gods or devils?
Auras, halos or space helmets?
Then you came and rescued me
But your ship was dark and obscure
The safety net disappeared-
I was back to the future in chains

We're all ok
With the wind on our backs
But misdirected anger needs a home
And it needs it fast
(Silver string turning grey)
A backpacker walking
Ain't no walker with a knapsack
No more snappy fingers
******* another's soul
Call it your own
(Silver string turning grey)
The network of loneliness
A bunch of faded glories
Doing time
For the pain of another
We beg for contact
And we know we'll never find it
But it's out there
We beg for mercy
When we've already found it
Within ourselves
(Silver string turning grey)
Cynics are dreamers
Watching the shiny happy people
Float on by
In cement shoes

Everywhere I go
They throw roses
And love letters
Bright flashing bulbs
The tabloid circus
I'm a hero
I can walk on water
They want me at their charity
They want me to date their daughter
Paparazzi press
Unison- applauders
I said nothing funny
But they want my autograph
All the potential wannabes
Who claim they know my soul
The stupid adoration
Accumulated lull
The hippie-mystic groupies
Who want to get me high
The young married wife
Who shares my zodiac sign
The cop who lets me go
When I want to get caught
The journalist and his
Unrelenting cameraman
The sickly-devoted, naive
Screaming fan
The occasional stalker
Assassin-like scare
The philosophical ******
The devil-may-care
Crowd always willing to
Get slaughtered by celebrity
Until the stardust melts
And I'm no one else but me
Personal interest groups
Who always love a clown-
Now take everything above
And turn it all around

The pawns of karma were
Picked off one by one
Day or night, night or day
Under moon or sun
Paying useless debts to
Those they’ve never met
Knight, Queen and King
Will never know a thing
Viewing tragedy’s cost
As someone else’s fault
Casting lies and deeds
Into dark beds of reeds
Wondering why someone died
Or losing the car keys
Hoping that the pain will lessen
As the pawns teach them a lesson:
It all comes back full circle