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

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

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

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

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

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

I need to learn restraint To be calm To step back from the throws, and… Lavender days And roll with the waves

Transcending Below A friend A foe An Adonis

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

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

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

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