With just a few dreams left, I put all my strength
into one piece of hope.
Masquerading around as some forgien fool,
only you know I belonged here.

I'm electric. Plug me in. Set me loose.

My dreams have long since left me.
But I found my love in hope.
No disguise needed now to hide my shame,
only you can see it now.

Air condintioned this mind condition.
So easily faked.So easily hated.

Another yellow jacket.Another green leaf.
Why is this the first time I feel the need?

You try to look in my mind.But my
dreams have been tinted and covered.

Cold feet and hot hands.
Why were you the last to understand?

A tendency to lie.A tendency to fall flat
on my face. And this is how you like it.

Trigger happy - we make a plentiful feast for our cannibalistic minds. 

This terror has a spell cast over us. 
Guilted and warm, chained and lost. 

We no longer wish to keep our immolative secrets. 

Death - has been glorified and slightly sugarcoated. 

In the cold and dark corners, we shove away our happiest memories. 
And then strive for the pills to bring it all back to us. 
Laying alone at night, we hope for the nightmares to scare away the real madness of life. 

This is my sadistic afternoon.

I'm the one with the bullet between my teeth.
And your heart between my fingers.

Your Shadows are enough to make me cry.
But it's so hard to tell
To tell you that I cannot

Cannot understand why
Why you are the one I dream of.

There is a rhythm to the night. (it holds you down)
The rhythm.The passion of life. (it seeks you out)

The ghosts are performing their war dance.
A sign of victory over the squalid living.
(living,bleeding,but anategsiaic)

Peace has been lost to our miraculous abattoirs.
(wounds never looked so good)
Lost without a clamor.
(we were always known as sordid anyways)

The wraiths,despotic,erratic,now have our
insatiable need to be more than wayward.
(we have come to know abatement well)

To die,is to whang with nothing else there but our souls.
(heroic tales of power over the horror stricken youth)

Freedom of you is not to be taken lightly.
Romantic feelings of hatred are to be taken-away-
From the ones who can't handle-bleeding-
For the ones that give a damn.

Where shall we take our sins, ourselves, our lives?
We are close to Following what never belonged to us.
Us, the ones who -could-never understand 
Meaning of -life- after death,where will you go to?

Pick it out if it makes you feel-better- than the rest of us.
Could it be,that we are the ones?

Is it a relief for you to know
To know that i will be slowly fading?
Well this could be scary.
For those who are present,could you please
Put down your lies.
They will no longer be needed.
I will go gently.

Dead- I see the wind.
Blood- I dig through your veins
Scary- the evil looks out through my eyes
Hell- it burns now when you say my name
Scream- the pain grows thicker now
Hate- killing the ones that don't bleed for you
Thirsty for your blood,I creep to you.
I lie to give you pain,but the screams from your hell
never did appeal to me.

I'm full and lost in your incubated lies.
Surrounded and sinking in the fabrication.

Shake Shake Shake.
Take a shot.
Break Break Break.

I move to the rhythm of your pain.
Savour your secrets.

Break me.
A shot in the back.
Bleed through the hope.
Shake me.

The Red.The Black.
And all the colors inbetween.

Do you feel cheap and weak?
Do I fill your empty shell?

The Whisper.The Scream.
And all the sound inbetween.

Are you loved? Are you free?
Am I more than what you want?

Your Sainty.Your Peace.
And all I allow you to be.

Would you lie to me?
Would you cry for me?

They Scream Red.
They Whisper in Black.

There comes a time
and a place.
I've never been able to find the right one.

The expectence for it
is too great.
the want
is too much.
the need 
is too strong.


The harshness 
of the laughter
through the hold back.

The empty mind
and soured heart.

The feel
The taste.

It won't be so hard.
it's not hard to understand.

Why do i keep finding
myself in the same place
alone? 

I can play dead. It's so orginal.
You cant fill in the blanks. It's only temporary.

America -  the wasteland - Full of low blows,
the foresaken fake highs. Everyone's doing it.

I saved myself from the human race.
I was on the battlefront of my independence war.
Every day people with dream machines.
Who wants to pretend this isn't out darkest hour?

We can offer nothing. It's peace that confuses.
We can only bleed for you. It's love that is toxic.

America -  the wasteland - with tricks up our sleeves,
we bow to everyone.

Left myself not behind, with the sun
rising over my shoulders.
With pieces missing, my soul tattered,
I look back and know,
the world was beautiful.

Give me another ounce of freedom.
 Squeeze another drop of pride on my tongue.
 A strong Coercion on how our rights are to be used. 


 When your home is being invaded and burnt down,
 where can you go for safety?

 Preoccupied with covering up lies,borders are being 
 broken down.

 There is no more justice left to share.
 We've stolen,renamed it,and left some,with none.
 Forcing them to make their American dream come true.

 And then making rules if our own pride costs 
 a dollar or more less for the hour.

 Hand me that well rehearsed speech on how to gain
 this democracy.
 I'll memorize every line,to repeat,to impress,the stuffy people
 in their own white prision.
 They have political sex.
 And from right to the left,there are nightmares.
 Your laws are weak.But the price is high.