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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence is impossible In the quietest place alive Endless in its journey Through a wall of noise it drives echoes laugh together

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

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

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

Crooked Thieves Tricks up sleeves Mass belief Lies through teeth Bribe your mind