(Verse 1)

Still frames enclosing every motion for the long run

Rough pages: unsure if you'll see me on the last one

At this stage, I'm holding out for roles that fit my marker

In this age, I'm shining on, tones all around grow darker

(Prechorus)

Lights! Camera! Action! Let's roll!

Into the Unknown we will go!

(Chorus)

I hope it falls in line with all of my timing:

Cue Sequence, set the credits on a roll.

I'm magnified but living as a symptom of Social Control.

Breathe it in, it's only beginning, the showcase still unfolding.

Breathe it out your doubt, though it's rough keep going...

Verse 2

Set change, impulses that I knew I couldn't run from

Rough takes, I'm choosing which I'll keep until the last run

With this scene, I'm proving to myself that it's all worth it

With this dream, I'm finding out my theme is how I earn it

(Prechorus)

Lights! Camera! Action! Let's roll!

Into the Unknown we will go!

(Chorus)

I hope it falls in line with all of my timing:

Cue Sequence, set the credits on a roll.

I'm magnified but living as a symptom of Social Control.

Breathe it in, it's only beginning, the showcase still unfolding.

Breathe it out your doubt, though it's rough keep going...

i would tell you about the way i lose myself when you come to close,
and sear your image into my heart
with every appearance.
the most beautiful of all scars.

i would tell you that speaking your name feels like breathing fire,
a pain i can't bring myself to feel,
so skirt the scorch
and let my feelings sway

but above all i'd ask you
why?
because if there's anything i know,
it's that my love didn't show

choke on hope,
no love to stoke

Always there are
Your little lips that lightly lie upon my own
Delivering an expression in monotone phrase
That softly implies "I love you"
But expresses
Distance

Always there are
The mornings after making midnight memories
Believing that connection was made between
You and I
But knowing
Resistance

Always there are
The times that it took ten tiny glances
Into the depths of each other's intense glassy eyes
To feel anything
But knowing
Persistence

Always there are
The seconds that seldom slowly sifted like sand
In the hourglass that ran out...
Ending our time
But realizing
Existence

Used to be able to find peace in silence
But my mind has turned into a war scene, full on violence,
There's things I've tried to put away
That continue to haunt me everyday
I'm just gonna let it all pour out,
Ignoring all mockery and doubt.
My course was set but
I jumped ship and took a different route
To explore my own destiny
And ignore what others had picked for me

I look at her and
I close my eyes,
And oh where my imagination,
Send my eager mind,
The wiles versus my wills,
oh those hills they bind,
Men like me, like demons versus the Lion,
Exorcized, exorcized,
Yeah, but I am Legion,
if they beat me one time,
Oh, next time, time,
They'll be mine.

And those mountains of lust,
That once seemed unclaimable,
Unclimbable like Everest before
Edmund Hillary, like the Sistine Chapel,
Before Michelangelo, oh I will persist,
I will pursue, with the littlest smile,
And the darkest hue,
Where after many days fight,
Suddenly. Then, in the night,
when alas my victory is won!
My prize I will take,
And her pleasure I will reign.

How the hell am I supposed to know
who I am?
We sit in rows.
I feel my creativity,
running away from the ideas I'm
supposed to have.
Why are people so persistent
about telling me what I'm supposed
to say;
and what I'm not.
The more I 'learn'
the less I know
about who I really am

Two hearts were never closer when separated,
Nor more apart when near.

We do not stress the important stuff
Rather we raise the ****** flag of war over the inconsequential,
And trample our soft field of love beneath the heavy trod of harsh spoken words stomping over the ripe carcasses of anger.

Where do we go from here?
Do we turn back time and bite our tongues never uttering the words that have bound us one to another,
Or do we plod onwards trusting that joy, loyalty and our oft proclaimed love will win through our clouded emotions to arrive at those poppy fields where this war becomes just another memory?