How do you feel when you pick up that knife about to slit your wrist? Yes, adding another beautiful yet painful line on it. How do you feel?
How do you feel when you lay down the rope, that blade and a piece of paper to write down your last words, if you get any though? How do you really feel?
You’re standing before an incoming train travelling with a speed of 60km/h!
Talk to me man, HOW DO YOU FEEL?!
Death? Is that what you feel?
Freedom from all these pain you’re feeling?
An escape route to run away from all these ****** up *****?
You coming in the way of that train, is the way out?

Sorry to burst your bubbles man
You’re being lied to
First of all, you’re in no position to take your own life or anybody’s
Look at me man, you don’t have to know me
I’m Mr. Nobody
Wake up from this illusion of yours
Bring those lies to the table and burn ‘em up
You didn’t ask for any of this,
And if you just give me your undivided
We can get you through this

You got this huge wall around,
Yeah I understand and respect that.
But look at you man, you weren’t made to be like this
God didn’t create you to live like this
You better quit that thinking and start fighting
Man, please don’t do it!
Remember your family, remember me
You got so much to live for,
So why the hurry?

Jesus is probably knocking at your door,
If you let him in,
Trust me, he will lead through this
Yes, the demons dropped you to your feet,
Just a reminder, this is your feast
It is your life to live
So stand up to your feet and watch ‘em all flee
Those voices up there man, are lying,
They promised you happiness but they want you hiding
And I know you are no weakling,
Don’t fall for it, Please keep on fighting
Suicide isn’t the way,
JESUS is

Have I been asleep in a dream full of toil?
Laboring to grow, trudging, but never watering the soil

Years spent clawing and grasping at straws
Never really growing, never really fighting while authority broke laws

So absorbed with existence and future opportunity
Never stopping to think about my earthly community

People are suffocating and dying and with every breath I wonder
How many more lives need to be lost, left squandered in the gutter?

As I watch the images all around me of lives yearning to be free
How is there still this much sorrow and still so many in need?

Looking back maybe it was not sleep, but rather twilight
Consumed with rest and survival, never understanding other’s bigger fight

Just being complacent now after all this rage seems like a sin
There is no going back, there is no rest, but where do I begin

In twilight the stories felt far like bad dreams, but in the end not my own
As bad as life was, my heartache and suffering was still from a throne

As I fully wake I pray the world repents away the shame
With so much hate around us that every dead soul has no name

As this twilight fades may I have a voice for those with none
May the clueless open their eyes compelled to save every mother’s son

As I awaken my spirit to see the pain and injustice
Will those lost souls continue to be hate’s accomplice?

As I hear the masses call out beckoning for equality
May the world hear the audible heartbeat of humanity

The slumber is over and the twilight retired
Leaving only room for justice, love and hope’s burning fire

May we lift each beautiful soul up in glory wrapping their ancestors in light
As statues fall and voices are lifted for justice there can be no sleep not even twilight

Everybody is sleeping, we need to wake up.
Life on earth has taken a beating, and it’s time to make it stop.
Life is crying out for our help, but nature don't need us.
This is a chance for us to save ourselves, so tune into the inner truth.
Listen to what it’s trying to tell you, master yourself.
We need a change, it is time to wake and create better days.

Now a note for the future, we have to break this pattern of destruction and values. We are repeating bad patterns, we need to learn the lesson and be better. Human individuals, please think for yourself, you know what is wrong and right, just turn inside, you gon be alright.

We wake up on being called.
When you open your eyes in the morning,
listen to the voice inside.
The first thing that comes to you is
the sense of ‘I am’.
Isn’t it true?
It was consciousness’ voice
waking you up to a new creation.

wake up
there is silence outside
there is a song playing you don’t know the words to.
there are words, no, cameras on the walls
read them.
here is a microphone -
stop,
stand still,
shed your skin
we are spinning faster than your monkey brain can compute.
air thick with smoke, no —
suffocating planet shaking under plastic wrap.
did you know there are ammonia clouds on jupiter?
do you realise we are fighting over barrels of oil?
don’t touch me
because i don’t know if i want to die,
waiting for the end in the end times