(2013)
Not so rotten apples fall down from the tree On father gravity The burden be It was fate i swear
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
don’t stare at them like clowns with a blank face or kick a person when their down anyone can fall from grace It’s a light that in time
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
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
That boy is on the breeze He does not suffer fools Care for rare jewels He’s kind Never cruel
I need to learn restraint To be calm To step back from the throws, and… Lavender days And roll with the waves
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
Rocket Ron Silver hair Social grace Sightless Stare A kind of Wisdom
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
Take a hand Run with it Save as many as you can I strain to see My fading faith
Silence is impossible In the quietest place alive Endless in its journey Through a wall of noise it drives echoes laugh together
Nothing ever dies Things only reside In me I am just a host I receive a daily dose
Two creatures Softly seeking Love’s kingdom Sadness leaking, from our minds Helpless wonder