Sing, little bird, in the amber of my leaves
Sing, little bird, at the beckon of the breeze
Sing, though I know, when the bitter night-wind blows
You'll leave, little bird, and make your home in other boughs

Watching you from afar,
You seem like my last love.
Hoping you feel the same,
But you looking other way.
Like the wind,
Like the dust,
I cant catch you..

Believing it's love,
I call it destiny..
In your eyes,
I am living there.
Feeling the void,
When you not there.
But you not feeling the same.

Hold onto me,
Because i am crying,
I can't have you,
So this love is dying.

Petrified are the hoppers who fed on all the corn that died
Terrified are the squirrels whose nuts were taken for harvest
Angry are the birds that never seems to stubble upon a worm
Hungry is the cannibal who tore my flesh and drank from my blood stream

The hoppers will cut the dry hay pasture
Squirrels will dig into poultry houses
Birds will fly to were lichen surfaces rocks
But this cannibal will hunger to death 'cause I will return,
dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

Now a days
I just feel
So drained  

         The moment fell open
         The fasteners broke
         And I was the fool
         Who tried to keep them inside

Broken mirrors
Blood and tears
And I see myself lying here

         Alone in life
         Alone in death
         Body all that's left

The Brain is Dangerous
Don't Listen To Us
We're Nothing But Dust

They took her hand,
picked the flowers from her deep blue hair,
and trampled her to dust.

i think i have lost
all my responsibilities
to my dreams.
they drift away at night
upwards towards the sun
towards the light
that burns them to dust
just to be made into
another north star
for me to chase.