Love hate, crying, dying.
What do they all mean?
Some say just things of life.
Sunlight snow, rain, sorrow, and pain
What do they all mean?
Some say just things of death.
The heart the soul, the mind, a crazy spirit of some kind
Money, a car, a house, but don’t **** the mouse.
Days going by by the clock on the wall
Get rid of the phone, I hear no one call.
A bus, a train, a plane
Get rid of the white coat, I’m not insane.
The bottle I drank the bottle I drink.
Get rid of my mind, I need not to think.
Me alone in a room girls passing
Get rid of all four walls, their closing.
Drink, smoke, ****, get rid of my glass heart it’s broke.
A knife, blood take my life.
Let me sleep it’s my spirit he’ll keep.
Things of the mind
It’s a special death I seek to find

Inside my soul I know who I am.
I need no one to tell me who I should be.
If I try to be you or them I could no longer be me.
The deeper my thoughts go in my mind, the darker my soul seems to fade.
I am no one but who I want to be.
If closing my eyes doesn’t help me to see my soul more clearly, then I must open my mind to find who I used to be.
The past, present or future, no matter when, now or then I am no one, just myself.

If in this world there were but two and all of life was good and free.
If you thought that no one knew, would you?

If you had all night and nothing to do
If two strong arms embraced you and if you really wanted to, would you?

If the entire world were nice and kind and if I stayed with you all night
If I promised I would, would you?

If we were in a special place and we were lying face to face, if you could share your life would you?

My trip, my flight by night
Clouds, crowds, flying in dreams, rivers and streams
The places I went, the things I have seen.
It’s a trip untaken by many but for the few who know, the dream seems real.
Through the mind clouds were past.
I couldn’t take the dream, it was death.
Life refused.
Maybe if life didn’t refuse, the knife wouldn’t be confused?
The knife of life is said to be the source of death.
Death to you and I is the reason why we need to fly.
Explain how high and I’m willing to die.
Give me the death I deserve.
Give me the knife I need and watch me bleed.
The time has come to let life die because peace and war are dead and so are the tears of killings they have lead. They have killed for war.
When we’re all dead, they’ll be no more.
Lay the knife to rest.
Sleep will suit us best

As I walked up the hill of desperation, I sat at the top watching myself climb.
Climb to where?
Who knows?
For my hill has no end so this thought here I send.
I am a self-controlled man.
If I don’t help myself no one can.
The world being lead by leaders are mislead
So take this concerned thought instead.
While the blind lead the blind, the darkness will never cease So be free within yourself and you will forever have peace.

Look, listen, pay attention I say.
Come experience my flight tonight.
Walk, run, or drive your car out of sight.
Stand by, sit close, lets share, share knives, painted daggers.
His swift sword is silver and gold I’m told.
I want an award he said.
They laughed, go back to sleep you fool and wake up and follow the road of snow.
They know his death was just an illusion of a dark winter’s cold.
Go and stay in the sun and shine because as you know there’s very little time.
Look, listen; understand what is happening to our time.
It’s slipping away, come meet Mr. Chime.
Yes the maker of life, love, and the death of our mind.
So don’t look and listen without seeing or you might just lose your soul and purpose of being.

Gas leaks, the building creaks, my mind is weak.
Were you there?
Am I here?
I’ve been gone a long time on a journey through space and time.
Where life ends and fantasy begins
Forget your sins; let your dreams begin.
I see the skulls and bones of thieves.
Their souls are alone in the night.
My mind warp was such a flight.
I saw a light.
It was bright.
It bid my eyes goodnight.
In the halls of death I felt my last breath.
With revenge in my mind til the end of time
I’ll wonder, “Who is Chime?”