Tower of Silence - Track 6

Verse 1
I think I just don’t recognize it
Or maybe I’m just prone to disguise it
Either way I fight it
I use to let the eyes in the dark
Creep in my conscious and part my heart
Staring up at the ceiling, hardly breathing
The fan circling, my life in loop
The weight of my demons, it’s time to regroup
Staring at the waves, but it’s just that ceiling—
Beams are the things with no balance—as far as I’m reaching
I have instances in my reality
Where I stand and hold my breath cowardly
I have a voice inside me, disguised
That says I’m a mad man and lies
I have moments that tear me down
So I fall and drown
I’m desperately pleading, my fear is screaming
But still I’m sleeping, my soul is freezing

Hook
So I would write to rid a mind of wrong
But as it turns out, the eyes would read along

Verse 2
I don’t know why
Some days I decide
I’m better off stay quiet
Lock myself in another room
As I will enter a state of gloom
I like it
I’m ignoring your eyes, I’m deserting your fight
I don’t know why, I like to make you cry
As you watch the being inside of me
Becomes the thing it doesn’t want to be
Trying your hardest to make me feel, to fill my well
Can’t I just claim that I’m being real?
I can’t just lose the voices I know so well
But I can’t just stay in that room
Otherwise I’ll think too much
In the silence, I’ll think of fears and sorrows and such
I must distract my mind with something
In fear of the thoughts the silence may bring
You have a life, come in and see
So take this pen and do as you please
But in time, please remember Me

Hook
So I would write to rid a mind of wrong
But as it turns out, the eyes would read along

Verse 3
So still I stare into the crimson eyes
My emotions hyped and the darkness vamped
And I give into the call of the neon lamps
Bruised but compelled not to say goodbye
I have a God who fights my battles
But still my head spins and rattles
I’ve developed a tendency to do my own doing
And that’s why my fears are moving
They move through the night and out of sight
But in reality my hope is never losing
I must avoid those eyes, give You the key
You are my hope and again I see
I give my life to You, do what You do
And show me what it means to believe, and follow You

Bridge
Help me breathe, help me breathe, help me breathe, help me bea-eathe
Help me breathe, help meee breathe, help me breathe, help me breathe!
Help my brea-eathe, help me breathe, help me breaaathe, help me breathe
Help me breathe.

Verse 4
I believe many people would say nighttime is not their best time
Because after nine lives our crimes are realized
But when the sun sets if upsets and regrets progress
Our interests are shown from beneath the surface, but from the surface you won’t learn this
Because my nonsense makes your contents look non-violent
So we digress beneath the mess, but putting on a mask to disguise our lies
But for me I find it’s the day
Because by the time I reach midday, my faces hides and I put on a play
In hopes the night will fade away
And then my mind will walk astray, in fear my thoughts will stay this way
But then the surface will start to decay
And then I find the truth behind, that you and I are not so different—keep that in mind
Because when the sun rises, it reveals what’s common inside us
But for some reason we hide this and put on our disguises
Honestly, it cures my insanity
It pleases me to find people like me
Because, truth be told
We are not so different—you and I
Do we all just ignore this great blue sky?
Because by the time the day reaches noon, we all know night will he here soon
Then another day will be haunted by night’s nihility
So to reach our comfortability
We hide behind our mask to please the lie
The lie we find so common inside
Thinking as if it will keep us alive
But the truth is—it’s dead, alright?

Tower of Silence - Track 5

Verse 1
Listen
Is this just my own selfish ambition?
All my doubt is taking over my vision
Could the letters in my head be my mission?
Or would the go ahead and be better off dead?
Would someone ever listen to this point or am I just missing?
Question
Is this my commission or am I just faking submission?
I must be ignoring the lesson
‘Cause I don’t know if I am dying or living
Or if dying is even worth giving
This is my faith that He’s testing, but I’m denying His blessings
Because for His sake, I’m abusing His grace
The name plate, isn’t His face
I’ve been given a new name to exclaim
But I walk and I will stay the same
I’ll talk but I’m repeating the game
Taken His own life to make a way
Given His Son in order to save
But I’ve made my own way to the grave
So whether this is dying or living
I’m so far from fulfilling
I’m too far from flying
I think I’m dying
( At least you’re trying )

Pre-Chorus
I want to fly
But why can’t I
Take up Your wings
I want to sing

Chorus
I am dry
Can’t You feel?
Can’t You speak?
I fall as I believe
I’m drifting as I think

Verse 2
Doubt, deep seeded but when it sprouts
I without a doubt know what it’s all about
But still I can feel like I’m left without
Dealing with these seasons of drought
I conjure up things He’s know to conquer
So why Father and I still bothered?
Oh how frustrating, it must be
As I sit here comfortably
How degrading, I must seem
As I fade here underneath
I know it’s dire, the sharing of this fire
I aim to inspire but the motion seems to expire
With the notion that our time is fading
And I’m debating if I’ll be waiting
So my fire seems to be waning
I have a comfortabLE ROutine
But my part seems to be fidgeting
As the sun with fade away, and my life with turn to grey
Pressure starts pulling at my brain
My faith drained—spirit contained
I’ve been robbed of my peace with the peace treaty
I’ve made with the pieces of what’s creeping
It’s the same game every day—same as it always is
Don’t want to speak my mind—waste my time explaining this
I’m an escape artist
It’s not written on my wrists, but let me present these skits
I’m a Pharisee and here I sit
Only content with the abyss
There seems to be no empathy
I’m on the verge of blasphemy
I’m alright so quit asking me
Who to be, how I see
Out of sight I walk absently
To walk by sight is just for me
The darkness suits me comfortably
This is what happens when I’m taken by worry
I guess it’s because I don’t feel worthy

Break
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da

(( Can’t You feel? ))
(( Can’t You speak? ))
(( Falling as I believe ))
(( Drifting as I think ))

Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da

Verse 3
With what little of You is in my plans
I trudge through these stark and barren sands
My ocean is dry, a parched and des’late land
Taking the water of Your salvation into my own hands
But even as I cry, I found that as I
Look up towards You sky, I find it doesn’t meet my sight
So how worthy am I that You would go to die and trust me enough to make the eye
The problem is I can’t tell the difference between my sea and His sky
I don’t know which is which or where to start, light or dark
I’m just rowing alone, caught in the undertow
Can You drown my life?
I’m rowing through my emotions in only fragments of my parts
These days it’s hard for me to tell what’s real
What’s the sky, what’s the sea
Which is fire, cold or heat
And even what I feel
So here, here’s a message in a bottle
For if You even bother
It’s the floating dingy of what I’ve been thinking to show You that I’m sinking
Send down a strike of lightening to show me what to do
Light up my sea so my ocean can turn blue
Hit me straight on so I can see You
This sea is far too dark, and my wound has become a scar
Show to me God what is true
And teach me to hold onto You

Refrain
Keep me hold of You
Keep me hold of You
Keep me hold of You

Pre-Chorus
I want to fly
But why can’t I
Take up Your wings
I want to sing

Chorus
I am dry
Can’t You feel?
Can’t You speak?
I fall as I believe
I’m drifting as I think

Outro
(( Can’t You feel? ))
(( Can’t You speak? ))
(( Falling as I believe ))
(( Drifting as I think ))

Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah-da-da-da
Lah-dah—

Tower of Silence - Track 4

Chorus (distant)
We’re heading down
To find our sound
We’ll sing it loud
For those around
We once were lost
But now we’re found

Verse 1
So what’s wrong with me? What’s my problem?
Now I need to see, go down to the bottom
But I need you with me as I’m solvin’
‘Cause I can’t dig deep enough and keep hauling
Without you here to get a different view of this coffin
There’s no above or around
The only way is down
I don’t see a way through this door—what is it here for?
Is there a way to find a key? There must not be
Well then that’s when I start to wonder
If it’s better to just go under
To **** myself quietly
Or lose myself within the sound
Can I somehow go around, or sit here happily?
Either way I lost my sense of ground
Because we can’t just ignore the reason we’re bleeding for
But we adore to store it in our bones
Then I finally give in, to what could still be deception
But it’s the only way I see fit
Is the way that’s barely lit
So I head down the path I think is heading sound

Chorus
We’re heading down
To find our sound
We’ll sing it loud
For those around
We once were lost
But now we’re found

Verse 2
Demons come to me in the dark
I feel them stay as my mind departs
I don’t really know, what’s behind my skull
They talk too fast, and that’s all I know
I’ll sit here and let it soak in
Whatever they say, I’ll take it slow
Like I haven’t been
I stepped away from the sound
Get a level head and find some new ground
No noise to hide behind—thought I could think
But to my demise, I found what lies
Behind the space to get away—oh so terrifying
Turns out the silence is violent
And now I don’t think I can make a break
Oh, though fascinating
Can hardly keep it quiet, behind my mind
As I finally find the thoughts within my skin
Because the noise only allows thoughts at night
Now I can try to or I can let the silent win
But I will keep myself posted up on this Tower of Silence
Because there’s truth within the night—is what I find
So I will sit here, visited by kisses of reminisce
I will let the carrion come tonight
Stay in the dark until I find what has me torn apart
In hopes the quiet can shed some light
I just want to close my eyes
So I crawl back inside my mind
To see how far my thoughts will go to lie
Like my noose, I strangle the truth
Uncross my T’s, un-dot my I’s

Chorus
We’re heading down
To find our sound
We’ll sing it loud
For those around
We once were lost
But now we’re found

Bridge
My mind receives mores code
Messages most don’t know
Channeling things to me
Tell my I’m gone but no
Information I must take slow
Is anyone capable of listening?

Verse 3
I fear my imagination
I’m scared of my own creation
I don’t know what to do with my right side brain
It’s the addict to darkness I can’t keep contained
Could he ever benefit the world in some way?
I’m just falling around, wondering if I should keep him bound
Or if I should take off his chains
To hopefully cast your demons at bay
I desire to help others through what I write
But I fear I’d be returning to my dark plight
Because every time I go to jot something
I feel like I’m stumbling
I need to take a careful pace
Careful not to put myself in a hazy place
I still have a bad taste on my tongue
Of what I’ve gone through but I want His praise to be sung
I need to be careful so I can help you

Refrain
Start low, follow me down
Start low, follow me down
Start low, follow me down
Start low, follow me down

Break
(( Is anyone capable of listening? ))

Verse 4
Or maybe that’s the purpose, if it’s worth this
For me to keep returning, to go down so you don’t go under
To post myself on this tower to host His glory and power
So will you walk with me, my Kind, my brothers?
Will you take a look at the dead dark side of the moon to reach you sooner?
Fuel this fire, our hearts are yearning to be burning
I will stay with you, I will go
I will be here, I’ll stay the night
I will fight so we both see the light
You who are caught up in your darkest thoughts
And you believe your mind is all you got
It’s not just you, there’s another way through
We are not alone, our heads sick and our brains prone
So maybe what I’m trying to say
Is we’re messing up but that’s okay
Come down with me and we’ll find our way
So sing it with me if you know what I mean

Break
(( Messages most don’t know ))
(( Tell us we’re gone but no ))

Refrain
Start low, follow me down
Start low, follow me down
Start low, follow me down
Start low, follow me down

Chorus (x2)
We’re heading down
To find our sound
We’ll sing it loud
For those around
We once were lost
But now we’re found

Tower of Silence - Track 3

Verse 1
I can - feel my - tempo - drop
Doubt - it will - ever - stop
I must have got lost, I’m not trusting
I forgot I am bought, I’m not trusty
I see that when I wrote it
But the next thing—you know it
I’m lost at sea
Collapsed, capsizing
My head is rocking sideways
Pulverizing, help me polarize it
My mind is like a sailboat, You know what I mean
You’re as close as close as close can be, but You’re still so far away it seems
And I can’t control my brain
My mind takes over my body
I can’t help but feel insane
My thoughts loose a lot of me
This morning, my life was without stain
But as the day goes by, my heart grows faint
Beaten down by the voices that taunt my head
Then I forget the war that’s lead
I let another day go, by
Polluting what should be a clear, blue, sky

Hook
I am in the think of things
Lost my sight of lunar rings
I want to live in open fields
But I doubt if that is ever real
I like fancying outside the woods
Then I fear I never could

Verse 2
I walk down the route for a season
Then I find my soul is really sinking
I’m afraid I don’t know what I’m thinking
Sinking deep, because I’m my own shrink
Can you tell I fall asleep when I give to the blink
Hell must be hot and rightfully so
Because we ought to fancy the dark
And my soul is cold, more so the older I grow
Thinking myself to sleep—we think too deep
Pressure behind my eyes, my stress will swell with pride
This headache is my own mistake
It’s the siren I let off in warning of my mind frame
Because my game is to play with my brain
I live the the pain of what my mind has made
It’s a migraine—the absence of light
I’ve been tested with no rest to walk by sight
Can you hear this distress call?
Something’s not right

Hook
I am in the think of things
Lost my sight of lunar rings
I want to live in open fields
But I doubt if that is ever real
I like fancying outside the woods
Then I fear I never could
I am in the think of things
Lost my sight of lunar rings

Refrain (x3)
Give me Your water, give me Your fire
I cannot drown, I cannot burn
When I am holding onto You
When I am holding onto You

Verse 3
I created a world inside my mind
To retreat to the darkness behind my eyelids
My head shipwrecked on what land I could find
Welcome to my wrists, I also call my islands, I rely on
But might I say we take a break from the slits
To break away from the graves of the day
We’re broken people, forged with beautiful minds
But be wary of the things your heart goes to find
Because we tend to linger toward the things undefined
Then we begin to doubt and leave our faith far behind
Listen to me, you may be convinced you’ll like it better when you’re sleeping
The dark has feeling and the pain is fleeting
But please hear this, don’t give to the blink
When I did, I found myself sinking
I fell asleep, eternally bleeding

Break
Dark nights, cold days, no sensation
One way, delayed, cease from conversation

Verse 4
The difference between being awake and dying, for one is trying
That’s all we’re called to do, You have saved me so I’ll try to love You

So please be thinking, because your soul is really breathing
And your sea may be dark, but salvation is not that far
It might take some tenacity, running from the thoughts that are after me
From the dark I turned to pleading
Asking desperately, speaking honestly
“Come save me!” and now I’m free

Your heart, my counterpart, is not made of stone
It is a roaring sea, of soul and emotion you have left alone
And it longs to break free

Tower of Silence - Track 2

Intro
(((Hey, I’m heading back up my tower
I am be careful!
I’ll come down when it’s no longer safe)))

Hook
There’s panic in the lines of these rhymes I make
Maybe I shouldn’t tell you but it’s kinda late
You should probably be concerned with our mental state
The truth is all around me but my mind’s not made
My heart is with you somewhere but my head’s not safe

Verse 1
I’m a product of this culture, just another soul convinced it’s over
Taken over, taken fall to the world of overexposure
I’m the poacher, killing this son and killing my brothers
I fear my crave for blood—circling above
No I am not enough, no this is not enough
Whose blood soaks the door? Should I even do this anymore?
I am a vulture, feasting on a past that’s dead
Blood-soaked feet—keep my fangs soaked in pain
Can’t escape the thoughts ramped in my brain
Plummet on the thought that my mind’s insane

I’m just another copy
Copy and paste, brob’ly, He caught me
Is this really who I’m suppose to be?
This is not what you’re suppose to see
Who is this that’s stoppin’ me?
Voices, voices tell me I’m a copy
Bounty, on me—tired of mockery
Counterfeit seems to fit the description
To the point it’s ‘bout to stop me
Is this the plan of the one who bought me?
If so, nothin’ can’t stop me

Hook
There’s panic in the lines of these rhymes I make
Maybe I shouldn’t tell you but it’s kinda late
You should probably be concerned with our mental state
The truth is all around me but my mind’s not made
My heart is with you somewhere but my head’s not safe

Verse 2
My Kind, my Blood—they mean so much to me
I hide, behind—who I’m not suppose to be
No, this is not what you’re suppose to be
Is this suppose to be what’s truly me?
Take it easy with this poet, please
I’m scared to death of what you’ll think
Because it could be the death of me
I’m scared of my own voice
I don’t know if it’s my own choice
This thing—is it just a dream or is it the beginning
If singing is my meaning
A cover over my head, I wear a headset
Noise begins to make me afraid on my mindset
I let words get through—I regret
That I allow the words to linger and set
This has come to be my headrest, I bet
The reset, is just another test
A solution to drown is not the best
Because now the sound gives me no rest
But the nepotistic noise and voices I get
Becomes my choice with the volume I set

Hook
There’s panic in the lines of these rhymes I make
Maybe I shouldn’t tell you but it’s kinda late
You should probably be concerned with our mental state
The truth is all around me but my mind’s not made
My heart is with you somewhere but my head’s not safe
You should probably be concerned with our mental state

Verse 3
There’s a problem with our society
Worse than suicide, depression, and anxiety
It’s how we deal with these problems
Rather, it’s how we cause them
If I didn’t know better, I’d think you look a bit dead yourself
Not a Heaver, not a Breather, just caught up in your head
But wake up and join our battle cry
To help these dry bones come to life
Scared of the pace in change so you stay in place
Open your eyes and crank up our volume
Fall out of formation, help our vocation
And take a chance to take off your costume
Because right now our rates are hallow
It’s culture’s fault, though it forbids
So wake up to the things that you hid
And what you put on display
That death is a logical way
I don’t mean to sound harsh
It’s just, we need your heart
I don’t want to be crude
It’s just, I think it’s a but rude
Just what Sleepers do
Listen, I fall victim to it too
Please excuse me and do what I do
But no it’s not just a mere fad clad in sadness
They need to know, together we will get far
And help us say this gloom is not who we are
Come together in this path that needs paving
And be wary of the message you’re engraving

Outro
My opinion, life’s worth living
Culture say, might as well
Problem is, it won’t sell
Death’s addictive, but the price to live
Is worth the pay, so I will stay
Please stick around, I’ll have you found

Tower of Silence - Track 1

Verse 1
I’ve tried to give up poetry as if it’s some sort of addiction
Poison to the heart as if I’m an addict—do you get my depiction?
Addicted to the page, confined to my mind—the paddock
I feel like a ****** who’s on it again
Writing another poem to a friend
For others to use it as I pretend
That I’m not another fanatic, devoted to the pen
I’m addicted to the waves
Tossed and blown about—their slave
They pull me asunder
Oh Lord, take me under, blow my cover

Chorus
No, I don’t know, what’s my direction
But I can accept the blind man’s perception
Take me under, blow my cover

Verse 2
My feet dangle up off the ground
I levitate above the sound
Ever since I was young, I’ve been on dope
Nowadays, I use it to be my rope
I’m just a *** head, I guess
Really it’s just my head, more or less
Am I just being dramatic? I’m emotional
I’m just ranting again, I regret what I told you
It’s just the cof-fee tal-king
So let me just be in my own world
Because I can’t explain what’s in whirl
So how could I be prepared to share
My faith with what’s beneath my hair
So bare with I’m a Thinker
So don’t listen if you rather be keeper, to yourself
Go throw it away and let me do myself
If you stick around keep it on a shelf
It’s therapy for me and it might be scary
It’s the wrists of a poet, my release yet my blade
It’s creativity so I know it, the control of pain
Like you I’m a user of dope
That doesn’t mean that I smoke, no
I’m talking about words with emotion
But sometimes I get lost in this ocean
Compulsive to smoking, I’m writing this hoping
That as my pen is my lighter
And my cigarette is the page
I can light your soul on fire
While keeping this addict in his cage
May your demons choke on the smoke
By the words that are the brume you consume

Chorus
No, I don’t know, what’s my direction
But I can accept the blind man’s perception
Take me under, blow my cover

Verse 3
Tie a noose around my brain with floating feet
Still breathing, my mind will not be able to seep
Choke of the lull, my throat hung on a leash
You demons have no hold on me—capeesh?
It’s a catharsis, but honest, it’s darkness
So it’s not for you if you’re heartless
I could post the depressing lines in my head
The flow is smooth and the lines resonate
I could hold a celebration for another name
At least it’d save me before I dissipate
Then that would just be returning to the dead
I’ve decided that between who would die
I choose my name to be lame and my God to glorify
So between you and I, I’ll write for you instead

Chorus
No, I don’t know, what’s my direction
But I can accept the blind man’s perception
Take me under, blow my cover

Oh Lord, take me under
Blow my cover

Buzzcut to cut the buzz I dose
Cut ties with the side I delight
I cut my hair so they won’t stare
Giving into the plans of the Vendetta
Take the pain of VEIN and change the name