Cancer in my heart
as i walk through the hollow days
turning to your voice
thinking something will come
nothing but a disappointment coming
strange how the threats arise from all ends
killing and flaming in all sense
im dead in my heart
i feel as though i need to **** myself
in a way that will destroy the parts i have grown with
this means nothing
i have no hope in my past
but my future is wide and gaping
and i will do with it as i will

i cant stop to say hello with a mirrored glow reflecting in your eyes
i need to foget those things that make my memorys painfully harsh
lm new and will move like i am
born with a collection of who i was
but i dont know who i am
i was a boy strength no part hope just filling me

Just the smell of the summer
i can hear with that sense
i can see with that sense
i can taste with that sense
i can feel with that sense
the crazy, wild, wound feeling of years
can unwind
release
and fall
but it falls back on top of me
and fills back in through my mouth
so i can get back to work

What looks?
if i were blind
i could feel
my instincts are truth
and to me
you will be to
i could feel truth with the sensitivity of a flower
cause i am a flower
no eyes
no ears
no nose
no skin
no mouth
no teeth
no nails
no feet
just truth for all its magnetic wonder
the majesty of god is me
it feels the truth pouring from you
and everything around

Tracks delayed as i hesitate to step into the snow
my feet are cold and so is my blood
i'm stuck an ashamed of what i was
i'm anxious of who ill become
maybe the scheme will die soon
god i hope you'll see the fake
god i hope you'll see the sea
head towards it
walk in
never come out
watch the water move like air
as the air in you becomes old
like you'll do
like we all do

Don't be afraid
the love i feel is real
and will remain real as long as my sweet dream continues
here in the world i am constantly dreaming
maybe i'm already dead

hard sky's pay me no mind
learned seas pay me no mind
angel birds pay me no mind
cause i am nothing
nothing is and nothing will be
tortured in our scripted dramas
i don't want to be here
i don't want this body
i don't want this heart
i want to fly
like the bird i used to be
and the bird i will again become
likes the waves as they break on our romantic beach's
like the plants as they grow in this hardened earth
like the bees as they fly graceful and free
from a heart that doesn't want and constantly wants everything
every line like a play
every day gets less painful
i don't want it to be so
you and our life has hardened me
becoming more numb to feeling and memory
the earth will again beckon me
i will be obliged
i will give myself to my mother
and die
and be torn
and shred to soil
this is life and i'm happy