When you say 'we', I don't include 'me'
'I' am not responsible for the actions of 'you'
Nor do 'I' choose to be liable in any;
Way, shape or form
Because 'I' did not cause the harm.
'I' would change it if 'I' could
As I am sure most people would
But they can't and thus it's all redundant !
'I' want to be free, do as 'I' please
Nothing more, nothing less !

A storm is coming
Everybody fears
They close their eyes
And lie

They hide in denial
Oppression rise
A storm is coming
From inside

A storm is coming
Everybody fears
The noise so loud
But no ones there
-
As leaves that shiver
You had it all
You let it wither
The tide grows high
And no ones there
To see your eyes
To wave goodbye

When the red wooden floor
Meets the white cold wall
And the wheel in the ceiling hears my call
The bottle on the broken brown table
Listen to the stories of a broken mans fable

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Staring down the ashtray
Looking for answers
Through the ash of yesterday
The candle and it's fire stirs
Emotions of a soul that I can't remember
It's lost and it's late november

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Everbody's calling and it dissappears
Drowned in the voices and the tears
Hidden from plain sight, but oh so real

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Do you understand?
Do you understand what it's like to be like me?
Do you understand what it's like to feel alone,
To cry yourself to sleep at night and watch the stars shine while you wish you were as beautiful as the light everyone else is?
Do you understand what I wish I was compared to everyone else.
I wish I was beautiful the way she is.
Because I may be beautiful to you but to everyone else I am not.
I am defiantly not to myself.
Why can't I be good enough for you? Or to the world. Why can't I be good enough for me?
Do you really understand what it's like to have friends who say their there but aren't?
Or do you understand what it's like to have people stare at your arms and look at you in discust?
That you may not be human but a dead soul trying to run out? Maybe your dead on the outside but fighting on the inside.
Maybe I'm the only one.
But one day you will all understand.
Maybe when I'm six feet under the ground and you don't hear nothing but silence, and birds whistle in the morning mist.
But I showed death on my wrist.

Who says we can't catch the train running down the hill from our childhood mountain

Watch the snow melt and the rain fade away

Been so afraid of letting go, I have played pretend, guarded my heart from the sticks and stones and felt so alone
your only really happy in company.

The world is racing and your hanging on
The world is racing and you leave yourself behind
The world is racing and your catching up
but you need more time

Spring is breaking, and the old world wastes away, giving food to bottomfeeders, and those that need more than us
We are all reborn and with every season comes another you

Frozen in the cold, the streets are mean, eating your icecream, throw your trash underneath the stars and get in your car, and you leave it all a mess

I got appetite of life and I’m never full
It makes me high even though the view is blue
Some things are dreary and that’ll always be true
Its never hate when its you
Pathetic tries in dire times
Oh wont you stop those demands
And won’t you please dissatisfy your mind
No false reason, no drama season
Just see it through
Nothing is wrong with me and all is wrong with you
You see me as wrong and that’s why its you
When all you do is right, it’s wrong!

Iron dinosaurs eat all living things
Tearing it up by it's roots
Chewing it up and spitting it out
Digesting nothing but destruction

Iron dinosaurs are ruthless
Coldblooded to the core
Wired in effeciency and primal in need
Descendants of the lizard king
Living for the chaos of all things
Available for the shiny things
and with a complimentary discount too

Iron dinosaurs
The stonemaker's creation
Yearn for a place to adore
The bonehead collectors
To abruptly reshape the trampled mold
To form it with maximum precision
and in spirit level
The last letter of the book will contain the wisdom of the path the world took
Paradise or destruction
One will not have seen the other
And cannot distinguish the two
Where we are now
Depends on the eyes that look