(2013)
Work to pay to learn to work And fail to make it there; For the pretense of my knowledge Don’t lie to me like you care. The stress levels are rising;
Times are changing But the story’s still the same; Years to the day. I make progress With myself
Another time clock’s punch, I wav… To the youthful face ever under my… Poor boy, he never knows what to d… Waiting on dreams that don’t come… It’s alright, I get it
It is said to be beyond comprehens… Such notions shield us from the tr… What twisted morals let us fight t… That thousands may die by waking d… To linger in bloody stalemate
We’re animals in shades of grey; Truly we are. No whites or blacks among us; Just shadows of each others’ lives… Reminders of what we are without.
Can you believe it? We go to see the capitol. Such a ‘scape of fabricated hopes and dreams. Bar crawl along the boulevard,
Young Jolly Roger, just a boy and… Watching the hourglass flap across… A red heart fading with his own. The choppy seas, they make him sic… but he holds himself up well.
You cut me; Deeper than any blade, You burned a hole in my body And the bullet still remains. Under the web of trust,
Bar smoke and cigarette Take form and whisper dreams; Echoes of faded memories Stitched by nostalgia’s golden sea… Dancers tap in wooden floors
Light fades from the bubblegum sky… Happy New Year to you and I. Change is constant and we speak it… Promising times no one could tell. The leaves have fallen though some…
When you look at me, what do you s… A best friend, a boyfriend, welcom… I see an angel when I look at you I just wondered if you thought tha… I don’t want to be here
A different sound, I stir with mo… Follow the path of stairs through… My mission: Clean the sidewalk of the eggshell… Sweep up the landmines, they’re be…
The winter leaves are falling To the ground; last of the dead. Spring brings out a new revival To the life on Gaia’s head. And you know, it’s a trip
The great western expanse as I’ve ever known it since my you… paints vast murals of slender gree… the moving picture of choice for t… Yet such beauty comes second place…
Hey Billy, how I turn to you; how often do you hear the demons h… That spirit of the Holy Father, see the Head, It’s bowed. Much as I’d reject the claim,