Could we run to the ends of the earth?
I can still see you running in the field against the pale moonlight.
I can't chase you anymore,Darling.
You were my familiar, you were my home.
I wanted to reach out for you but instead I pushed you away.
Pain has changed me and I'm back to where I started.
I knew it was over when I could not rise to meet your eyes.
I shouldn't dwell on the memories but they used to sustain me.
If only, I had made another choice, a different route
then you would be untarnished by my destructive touch.
You can't lose yourself if you never met me.
I can finally accept my sins and let my demons consume me whole.
All we have left are these hollow words.

treacherous fiends
feed us deceit
behind a screen
showing us violence
and things most obscene
it would seem
we're all on the same team
but believe me
its best to not feed greed
and make it gluttonous
by keeping it in front of us
it is necessary that you do not trust
the high tide of lies
that ties the media to your eyes.

Value of money should be asked to those
Who are in need due to any cause
Those small children like a rose
They also need a proper dose

A dose of proper medicine
They haven’t did any sin
But they are still paying for it
Working in fields and digging themselves in pit

No one ask them for help
Rich is wasting their power and pelf
Is someone there who’s listening their cry
Someone has to made a try

Those small children like new flowers
Need some help to get powers
Only then they can do something
Only than these birds can open their wings

These cannot be my hands.
They've killed too many men.
This cannot be my skin
That's been cut time and time again.

I glance at my reflection,
Then turn my face in shame.
Who is this freak show looking back at me,
Who tells me I'm to blame?

Whose blood is dried upon my hands,
This dirt across my cheek?
Whose gun is this that shot down lives,
Women, children, men and meek?

Whose words are these upon my tongue,
**** like soured wine?
Whose clothes are these upon my chest?
Surely they cannot be mine?

Whose sins are these, the dark and many
That fill an entire sea?
With narrowed eyes, I realize
These sins belong to me.

It's hollow inside
Surprised it hasn't died
Every breath echoes with the tide
Shattered from all the lies

Empty and lonely
But produces love madly
Pumps so slowly
This heart now feels coldly

The fear and panic of the final destruction
This heart was broken then weakly constructed
Life began with instruction
It is too sensitive, too weak, a failure to handle emotion

So I sit in the sky waiting for that moment
When my sins I must admit
But this heart is too late for atonement

I am the message, I inspire
set souls on fire.
A vestige of hope in days of darkness
I speak words of revolution
I can be the solution if you act now
so don't detract from the words I am saying
and the message given
which is driven home with concrete verbs and feeling
sealing the change for the future
I teach I nuture souls with love and not disdain
I heal the pain of the poor
but i shame the guilty with words fired like justice driven arrows
to make them atone for their sins
but I let them change themselves within
and their ways
I am the message
think feel me
absorb my words.

Under these stars
Over these grasses
We will make love
Whisper cold voices

Under these seas
Over these mountains
We will shout to the Gods
And burn their crosses

Under these blankets
Over these sheets
We will exchange heat
Committing sins are our prowess