Paint dried a guilty tattoo on his skin
Your gallery he stood in
Worthless, in every sense
You stayed strong benind a glass fence
He took you up to hang on the wall
But every breathtaking picture has a flaw
But even when he poured your ripped canvas soul into a trash can
A piece of art's beauty is not determined by the nonunderstanding of a man

I tore apart your skin
I ate your cells and broke you in
I grinded your bones
And in the marrow I find your home
I squeezed out your eyes
I found your lies

Breaking a desktop monitor it oozed like red strings out of scraped knees; I love you
It became a river that ran red and covered the earth
But I stayed on another planet
Why not sail the cosmos for another drippy affection sea
For a life source that can find me
Soaked to the bone in an icy liquid
That had not spilled from your knee
A haunting ghost memory
Now my ships ashore
Because all seas are graveyards to me

I wish I were a bird
I could make a beautiful song and be heard
I wish I were a flower
I would only smell sweet, and never sour
I wish I were a train
I could have the path already laid out in my brain
I wish I were an adding machine
Only as a genius I would be seen
Once I was a bird
I could sing but no one understood a word
Once I was a flower
I only lived an hour
Once I was a train
I had to work all day, even in rain
Once I was an adding machine
I had no feeling

Sound art is gone he said
Modern music makes me feel dead
On the radio I what I hear
Gives the future fear
There is no talent no and no one cares
I told to him the industry is not fair
The time is now, the technology is here
You have a planet full of songs so near
Why complain about what your friends are listening to
Why don't you go out on your own and find something new
It doesn't matter what the radio or television plays
In the popular music you are not required to stay
Or better yet, why don't you play a tune
Sound you enjoy would come soon
And sing it for the world to hear
Make it loud and clear
Then tell me where the pretty songs were sent
You only see who was in front of you, along with them you went

Sent away from the creature whom I lended all my affections
The world embraced a dreary monochrome
Shaking on substances I tried to forget
On a stage clothed in black and red
Soul running out my nostril, now it can never speak
Education is terrifying throughout timelines in which we feel tormented through hollow images of souls veiwed in hallways
And the ruby back of me, when remarks you can both discover and see
Smelling isolation with apathy

When I was a kid
I wanted to do what my father did
I followed him around to see what he saw
And man, I'd seen it all
He took me to where the fights were fought
Over who had shade and who did not
"Those filthy tree sitters!" He'd say
"One day they will pay!"
So my dad and his men went on a scary parade
And the tree people were very afraid
And were told "in case we fight you, we'll give you grenades!"
Back to town my people went
And to the citizens stories of grenade tree people were sent
In the streets they screamed "War! We must be protected!"
For now the tree people were rejected
Back we were to the place where the fights were fought
Guess who has shade, and who does not?