...and it hits me like a ton of bricks
uncovered stones that long lay still
which never needed to be unturned
only insects dwell in this unseen
darkness that i bring to light
i want to bury it back to where it belongs
i'm trapped in emotion that comes in a bag
air tight and ready to be opened again
by a clumsy mind that knows no barriers
take a whiff and instantly remember
all the things that i have seen
all the places i have been
all the faces that i've known
and the town where i have grown
from a point of view that might not be true
or tainted by the passage of time
better to forget and live anew
each day is a chance to make it right
and i cannot give up the fight

He killed all his rivals
Stood on their corpses
Looked down on his kingdom
Confessed he felt nothing
He looked at the sky
The stars gave their light
The moon grinned right back
All through the night
He stood immortalized
The world was his prize
The girls sang their song
Professing him wise
The jesters danced before him
The servants saw no wrong
He put them to the test
Made them kneel at his behest
Drank wine from the best
The priests gave their blessing
Thus he was blessed
One day his spirit fell into a deep rest
And as he woke up
Felt the knife through his chest

You're unstable
And it shows
Curb the highs
Raise the lows
Keep it steady
As she goes

Don't veer left
Nor go right
Do not flee
Don't try to fight
Dark at noon
Bright midnight

Do not weep
Do not rile
Walk to hell
Single file
Line goes on
For a mile

One in front
One behind
Oiled machines
Gears don't grind
Spirit's gone
Flatlined

I don't really know
But I know someone who does
Therefore I know too

The ground was never solid
No shoulder to lean on or hand
to guide or help us understand
Just run to escape the quick sand
Such is the life of man
I'm tired of running
Through no man's land
Wading through a pile of mud
Dodging mosquitos and poison ivy
The rashes and bites make me bleed
Yet I believe someday that flowers will bud
By our blood
Then out of the crud the earth will be blessed
By the remnant seed all who confessed
That our sacrifice was not in vain
And those who heard them took heed
And forsook their lust and violence and greed
Then every man will live by the fruit of his deeds

No one can see
the intentions of the heart
except God
If this is the case
then  how does the Lord
not take action against evil
before it strikes?

Evil and heartache
What was the point
Why was I stricken
Why do I feel grief
for the death of another
when I don't even know them
and hate my own brother?

For now I am resting
The seed has been sowed
Who knows what will be sprung
I may have no leaves now
But someday I might bear fruit
If I shoot up to heaven
Will I remember my roots?

It never ends
When will it end?
What kind of life
What am I doing?
Admiring beauty?
I'm smothered by fools
I don't have a voice
And even if I had one
I'd still have no choice
Predestination rules
No one can change it
No one can take the script
And tear it to pieces
I am a pawn
I don't know what the king does
Blindly I serve
But I will be faithful
For I have seen good
From his hands I have tasted
The fruit of life
And so I am thankful