The armies of the mute shall rise
And raise their voices in song
We shall look to the skies
When the nights are long
And we shall walk the endless road
Ragged brothers gather like moths to the flame
Our burning hopes shield us from the cold
Among us there is no shame
We all gather to the call
To knock on the heavens gate
To see that love is all
To see it was worth the wait

The world is a blank slate
To express share and relate
Love is all, love is you
Always believe in what you do
Fly high, fly free
Never fear to be what you aspire to be
Break loose, burn through the haze
Live fully for the rest of your days

Polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger seat
I drive down this endless highway
Everything seems to shimmer in the heat
A/C broken, windows down, Cigarettes in the ash tray
Bridges burning hot behind me,light the path
The car burning on fumes of hope and fear
The clouds behind me, thick with wrath
I drive towards the beach, i was never much of a romantic
I took you here once last year
We held hands an watched the sun sink into the Atlantic
I wonder what the hell drove me here
The memories haunt me like ghosts
All of them hidden deep in the vaults
But I am attracted to them like moths to a flame
I start wondering about faults
and who is to blame
And the what ifs and what might have been
Even the good times seem tainted
Discolored with anger and too much gin
All these memories and the picture the painted
All at the sight of dihydrogen oxide
They rushed forward like a flood
Overflowing my heart inside
I guess water is thicker then blood

Her lips crack open and music spills out
All of it moving and beautiful without a doubt
Her deep voice is transcending
The notes wrap around me never ending
I feel the bass in the floor
The guitar seeps into my every pore
The whole is greater then the parts
I can feel the unifying beat of their hearts
The drinks shake in rhythm to the song
They sing of where they belong
What it means to be, and the things they've lost
They sing of how they got here and at what cost
All of this they express.
And i believe them.

All the colors swirl and mix
Becoming something grey that i can not fix
All colorless and shapeless and beyond definition
I wonder how it got in this helpless condition
The music stopped playing and children stopped smiling
And now its all office work and senseless filing
The grey offices with all the grey people inside
They all just want to provide
The blanket of grey clouds covers the light
And below them people move out of sight
The streets lie in waste and disuse
And people live in houses of self abuse
Towers of videos and junk food cover the floor
You can't seem to reach the door
Its all seem so grey
All i can do is pray
That we can find some color

My body is running on fumes
My eyes feel heavy
Everything is sore but
But my mind still races
Racing on in circles
I contemplate all the problems that lay before me
I twist and turn and manipulate them
I consider every angle
But yet i end up with the same answer that i started with
Absolutely Nothing
I start to wonder about everything
Inflicting every wound of self doubt and self loathing i can think of.
I lie in this torture devise i call a bed while my mind turns on it self
I can not wait the sweet release of sleep
So that i can escape my army of ghosts
Dreams Sweet Dreams

The future is suffocating us. Get good grades to get in a good college to get a good job to make good money to support your family and your 2.5 children. When I hear that I hear regurgitate the curriculum that's shoved down your throat to go into to debt to get a job you hate to support the family you don't want.Well **** that. **** your rules. All this so called "order" to protect a system that's burning around us. A system that seems to **** the life out of you. They tell you how you will be happy and how you must do it. You just have a choice of what profession you will be underpaid and overworked in. The poor get poorer and the rich get richer.  Well **** your future and **** your planning. Its just a big labyrinth and i wish i could get out of it twisting alleyways and dead end Cul-de-sacs. Live in the now and let the past pass and the future come.