In a strangely familiar land In the not so distant future Veiled war-lords using Valentine… Make puppets of the third, second… The great eternal war on love

That boy is on the breeze He does not suffer fools Care for rare jewels He’s kind Never cruel

Not so rotten apples fall down from the tree On father gravity The burden be It was fate i swear

Nothing ever dies Things only reside In me I am just a host I receive a daily dose

Rocket Ron Silver hair Social grace Sightless Stare A kind of Wisdom

Fathers the son Mothers the daughter We are all Lambs to the slaughter Mothers the daughter

In the darkness of my eyelids lies a soft and calming vision paradise drips liquid honey Crafted by bees patriotic and in the honey bathes a goddess

Two creatures Softly seeking Love’s kingdom Sadness leaking, from our minds Helpless wonder

Take a hand Run with it Save as many as you can I strain to see My fading faith

When the night has gone It makes way for a brand new dawn When Forehead is blessed and talk of death is said in jest I am your son

The powers to be Are telling me To take myself to bed But from where i stand The grains of sand

God, Help a drunken man find his way ho… Push the gust upon his back Guide the rolling stone May the unseen forces

as below so above we’re open to hatred we’re open to… we’re out here for all to see, on the cusp, happily

what would teenage jesus do? turn the other cheek or leave you black and blue He said, I’m gunna grow my hair hes an adolescent host