See I could do without most of you//
The times I admire loneliness, and the times I don't even want to get close to you//
Those are the moments I cherish//
That's the experience I over dosed on but didn't die//
Those are the tears that I felt but didn't cry//
Sound cliche?  I'll tell you why//
See I love the depth of my heart and I know my
blood is at large//
Check the night crawlers out, even at daytime they march//
Disguised in a scent of redwood, but built with the weakest roots oxygen could ask for//
If you could have anything, what would you ask for?
I would take myself and put me on any planet besides earth//
Or maybe stay here and put you all outside of her//
Cause Mother Nature don't deserve this hurt//
And I'm not speaking from a hippies view, I'm speaking from a humans point of view who actually gives a **** about being heard//
About making a difference with more than just words//
About taking everybody to the golden garden//
The sun on her knees, the arrows in her back from we//
Violence is OUR history,
Pathetic isn't?
Cagless imprisonment,
How some people have never heard of a free mind, not dumb just ignorance//
Just ill informed about the worlds influence//
Sky scrapers of corporations are who we break our backs for//
Day in day out, nine to five, clocks out//
Same **** when I wake up, until I let my dreams hit the clouds//
You see in a way, we're all slaves to something THEY love//
So you might as well be chained to something YOU love//

You can hear the orchestra dance in the rain//
A perfect pain to math the feel goods//
The cat, cool, calm and collect//
Paws at any keys within his range//
A beautiful haunting to the kidnapping of mind//

On a night where love was in the sky//
Put there, not to the natural eye//
Seeking stars in the retna//
Discovered scriptures in the clouds//
Native drums from the coast//

Once upon a sea cliff, way below the bottom of the current//
Where it's happening, is where it's flourished//
The cat in the sand, the sand by the reef//
In the water for a million years, and never even knew it//
Hair stood up, free cause of the music//

Born with war on his face//
Soul on his head//
The lead was his sword//
The soil was home to so much blood//
The forest his comfortability,
Such a time to be alive, a time to run for the hills//
Elementary talk from pig headed desk men//
The yes men,
Into the badlands where the colors aren't accepted//
Freedom tested,
Stripped and applied with pressure//
It feels like the belts of Saturn have once again called for my existence//
To jump the galaxy with no fear//
To eliminate all souls of glass//
I'll be looking down when the sun falls//
When it all falls...

Here comes happy dolly dagger//
Your wings look magnificent//
Shall we cross?
To the room full of mirrors//
With the children from Saturn//

We left the world cause she wanted war//
We fought every day//
Wars in our face//
War Is your faith//
Humanity struck//

Society shook,
Blank faces in large crowds//
Pockets filled with remorse and self pitty//
Their souls have already leaped, from a fifteen story building//
Outlined in galaxy, searching for the word//

Inspired by revolution, give love a chance//
Make the moon be your last glance//
The bird took his last breathe under water//
But it lasted forever, the waves were the wings//
Blood rode the seam, cross bird, what do you see?

Me and insane always meet again,
Crossroads with the alkaloid sin,
The flowers are my friends,
The big great buds that develop friendship,
The stems we sleep under..
The rose beds create timeless highs,
Orange butterflies and there wings made of clouds,
Every hour is 5 up here,
And every second up here, down there is years,
I swim along the horizon..
Not to touch the sun, but to feel the psilcybin,
Altering of dreams, to the alcoholics views and fiends,
And many other things, to the nicotine's,
Heights aren't for everybody,
Maybe just for me..

With you, my experience is open,
Run on sentence with some closer..

So slowly I chased my mind out//
Spineless thoughts, useless plots//
Against myself, I beat the demon version of me//
The black angel of death..
The erie harmony//
The natives breathe//
The crossroads with fire to the right, fire to the left//
Indian wind up high//
The horses path, past the purple sky//
Almost like a return to snowy river//
A five story house, one bed half a mirror//
Cold floor, spider webbed doors//
Perception is there, reality is horror

There was a lady we never knew//
A time where it was only her and the bear//
The war was survival//
Western civilization was wild//
An offering from the gods..//
Full of peace makers in the beginning,
Only taking what the trees gave,
Was purely more than enough to travel the peaks//
You could almost smell her through the valleys//
Wild, unchained, unscarred from the world to come//
A pre disposition of the land that belonged to the richest ground//
The most silent of sounds now..//
The most understood monster,
The open range full of ghosts,
Spirits who love in the wind, to only come out when the giants awake//
Resting their hands on the aged oak//
The ones who shine with no diamond//
Who reflect with no glass,
The apparitions, who re-appear//
To ride the breeze...
To fight the fear..