Sometimes I feel like I’m standing alone,

Being forced to help wage a war between the rich and the poor.

Even in my youth where each loss is a gain.

Even though I’m stuck in this moment without a song to refrain.

It’s this point of suspense that’s always surreal

At this point in the movie when the hero is killed.

 

The strings in the orchestra lead gently and proud,

As the soldier is finally found more than alive.

The enemy of their country standing high above the crowd.

While he holds shakingly in his hands a gun to be drawn.

Let out, and it rings a shot across the dank movie scene,

In which every moment is justified in beautiful CG.

 

It’s just like yesterday the hero was heard,

Quoting ole’ Abraham for all to adore.

It’s that point of suspense the way we always feel,

At this point in the movie when gravity’s gone,

And the hero and the heroine finally die.

They were in the arms of each other fighting the fight,

The one final battle for the rest of their lives.

No mention of the system and the studio sounds,

As the red light goes off high above their heads.

The meaning of this feature has become to grand.

It’s useless even trying to understand,

The point of this suspense that they always conceal.

At this point in the movie when the plot is revealed.

Baby can’t you see that this picture is real,

And the end of the world is close on our heals.

What stops you from falling apart when you’ve lost the spark

And you are as good as dead lost deep within your head.

When the world and the law has you by the throat,

You’re so close to having everything you’ve wanted,

And yet so very close to losing it all.

The fall is hard especially when you know you shouldn’t fall at all.

But the world around you wants to take the cake,

Because the cake is a lie, and the lie is a piece of cake.

In reality that doesn’t make sense.

But in this new faceless shadow of a falling apart life,

Where all the lies come into bloom

And they throw you away.

Lock the key, and keep you down,

It’s all a part of the master plan.

You are not important to the world at large,

They just can’t keep their mouths shut and stay away.

Because in this day in age, the modern world.

Everyone gives a damn about the things that shouldn’t matter.

I’m doing this because I don’t want to rely,

On the others, the ups, the man.

I want to be in control

My heads done spinning around in circles,

The games the same just a new league to be competing in.

Just as smart just not as much experience,

My head’s lit like a match in the pre-Olympic morning.

With the torch circling the globe, a symbol for the poor,

A sign that small people can make a difference in this little big world.

I wish my arguments had quieted her long ago,
This is the way I'm destined to go.
I can't turn around and look back on the day.
This is the chance And I'm ready to say.

No longer can I be this man,
Hiding behind the simulated videogame lights,
Locked in a room two stories high,
Where it takes just seconds to get by
On the resulting high of perpetual sound,
The residue of them stoner boy hounds
On the green in the seam for everyone to see.

For this time in the prison; a year in the cell.
Completely medicated on something close to hell,
It's a depressant of the most potent brand.
Knowing that the trains leaving,
And your life has only just began.

Falling apart in the gleam of the lights,
Listening to the stereo as you stay up all night.
Locked in your memory of things you wish to forget,
Like the day before yesterday and the years before that.

Building your life up like a sandcastle that's destined to fall,
In the tides of the ocean that are never going to stop,
They're flowing in slow motion as you look into the glass,
Just seconds before the earthquake. Everything is not meant to last.

You're growing up fast, and you realize the same thing,
That the Juniors and Seniors before you relized just days before the end.
Senioritis and the glory behold, nothing but the future and you're leaving your home.
It's the best and the worst case scenario for a life on the edge.

You're sixteen in America, 21st Century America,
Economy's crumbling and you're losing your mind.
It's the breakdown of a new age,
Brought on once again in the residue of the stoner boy hounds
With the green in their eyes, and their heart on their sleeves,
Like a live handgrenade ready to blow away all life from your hand.

Is this just me ramblin on,
Or am I simply trying to bring this all upon myself.
He's on the edge of oblivion, and she's reaching out to you.
You feel as if you're losing your mind to the end of the year.
It's calling your name and you feel it coming loud.
You wish you could reach your hand out into the crowd,
And seep away the essence of their youth.
So tomorrow won't come, and today's etched in your memory for all eternity.

In this modern world... the system is the way.
Add the hysterical laughter of the jokers and the fools,
Who believe in the end they know all the rules.
They're just like everyone else, fighting to live while being lied too.
Because in the end there is nothing left to do,
But wait for your chance to make it out alive,
If it even comes at all.

We’ve been trying so long to start something new, but each turn we make and each step we take, something comes and blocks the way. It’s so hard to say, that I’m so close to giving up, nothing has stopped me before, but this time I’ve come too close. All these things that I said, I’d do before I’d die seem so impossible now…

 

No more promises, no more lies, this is the only way I can make things right.

If you can put up with me for just one more night, then maybe we can see, if this was really meant to be.

 

Just like what I said before, with the lack of oxygen in my brain, I stare into the sunlight hoping to get a glance at the surface of this mess, I’m lost in the turbulence of this absolute exuberance trying to make since of why I’m happy, even though I’m dead and lost. Though tomorrow could come too soon, and then the next step is falling apart. All this time I could be losing grip on reality I can’t do that to you…

 

No more promises, no more lies, this is the only way I can make things right.

If you can put up with me for just one more night, then maybe we can see, if this was really meant to be.

 

The next step is standing up, and getting up off the ground. I can’t take the chance that I will break this peace. I’ve got one more chance to make things right. I couldn’t take these chances that I’d break us apart. I only have one last choice to make, and that is this.

 

No more promises, no more lies, this is the only way I can make things right.

If you can put up with me for just one more night, then maybe we can see, if this was really meant to be.

How long does it take it for the tempo to change, and for your heart to race?
My memories eroding and our lives corroding, like ashes of burning tree's.
There is no time to waste.

And you took me in, fingers interlaced (forever).
Seconds turn to minutes, and lives begin to waste away.
Slowly and intricatley the pieces fall back together like a new masterpiece.
The colors combine creating a new picture, out of the disaster.
The random notes come together into a new song for you to sing.

It all starts again.
All over again.
Daises to roses.
Lovers to enemies.
Enemies into friends.
Darkness into light...

Out of sight,
Out of mind.
Out of luck,
Out of time.
Out of love,
Out of life.
You are alone.

Winter then turns to spring as summer turns into fall.
As we continue to spin around and round,
Across the universe, and through the ocean, along the avenue.
Breathing in our lovers breath, tasting their skin.
Wasting no time, the times almost gone.
These times of raging torrents of emotion
In upbeat tempos, yet slow as a wedding march.
And then it all starts again.

So as of today, I'm no longer a member of Iron Giant. Big woop I've gone through a thousand wannabe bands in the last year or two. I'm not gonna let this beat me. I may not know how to play instrument. I may not be the best singer in the world, or even the best songwriter in the world. I've got determination and I'm going to work for this. I'm not gonna fall apart and give up. I felt like that ten minutes ago but I'm not going to give up. I'm going to take this as a challenge, I'm going to fight it and hope that things will look up.

First I'm gonna get me a job. Get me my car, my license, then get me a keyboard or a bass guitar. I'll try and learn. I'll try and figure out how to play something. I'm gonna pick myself up and figure out where I fit into this mess called music. I want to be able to do this. I'm gonna keep trying. This isn't the end of me. I'm ready for whatever gets thrown at me.

Music isn't over for me yet.
I'll keep fighting until I know for sure that I have no chance.

The point of this life is not to find reason
But to be the reason inside yourself
To understand what it is behind your heart
And to see the world in your own eyes
Not through the wanting of another
Even what you call love can not hide it
You must fight those things that take to much hold
Because sometimes a greater calling keeps you away from what you want
Because what you want is different than what you need
So don't look ahead with plans
Live a life of floating on the winds like a feather
Never knowing where you'll be tomorrow.

He reveals the inner sea of emotion,
with every breath he takes.
The dead and still living stand in awe,
For his conviction is unwavering as the sun.

His voice though it rings with imperfection,
But how imperfect it must sound,
To those who know nothing but lies,
Not a more beautiful sound can be found.

The boy's skin marked with scars,
His eyes ringed by darkness,
signs of wisdom in his glance,
With mystery etched upon his brow.

Daylight he faces in sadness,
The shadowed night with a grin.
His people ask why he cries towards the sun.
He answers with a smile and a tear in his eye.

"I weep to the day and her star,
Because in light there is no mystery,
But from dusk to just before dawn
its mystery leaves us only our thoughts and our memory's."