Everybody here is just the same
Looking for a way to play this game
Trying to perpetuate their name
Daft inside, appearing to be tame

Splitting at the seam of their own hands
Becoming slaves to all of their demands
It seems as though everyone here stands
But unveiled minds reveal the distant lands

If I speak out, they won't hear anything
So underneath a whisper I will sing
The notes, I hope, may offer them a string
And carry on the tune I wish to bring

My eyes begin to close like heavy gates
I fall into a slumber with their fates
And as I travel on my dream creates
A being juxtaposed against its *hates

it just drives me mad, this 'not knowing why'
when every prescription has been a sheer lie
I took in large doses - your words, your sighs
and shot up my veins your perfect half-smiles
I have only questions in stripped away pride
a naked awareness in front of your eyes
I'm clenching my fists between shaking thighs
untangling the webs of my memory vines
they grew on a wall made of our times
shaped by the hands of the artist inside
the moment we made our lives intertwine
I came alive in the sun that you shined
give me your heat, I'll take it in stride
and pack it away for the days that you hide
I am all yours, tell me you're mine
and we'll dance in step, our bodies will rhyme

I know a man who thinks he can
Talk in circles and still demand
That people rise at his command
The moment he lifts up his hand

Stranger still is his ambition
One he deems a worthy mission
He proclaims that his ignition
Only turns with his permission

He walks around with head held high
And looks at no one in the eye
His body language speaks a lie
As if to say he'll never die

They claim he's always been this way
A man immune to making change
And yet he knows that come what may
He can't escape the final day

The hours pass as time rolls on
And he proceeds to move along
Convinced that he has surely won
He executes his closing con

Now he's gone

Since everything is backwards here
can you just be my compass, dear?
I'm sick of giving in to fear
and letting it ordain

Asunder we have grown with time
the paths we walked a scene of crime
so even if we tried to climb
our steps would be in vain

I asked you once and you replied
by putting both your legs in stride
Instead of acting as a guide
you multiplied my pain

I'm pushing through the foggy glass
and soon the day will come to pass
when I align our heavy past
with all the others slain