At a Loss
Sit around , memory drives in knife in
Wait a while let the pressure build
You'll find nothing of me
time to see truth's a failure
she will never come clean
Time to seek home or shelter
I will never be free
Try and breathe
denial will hold my hand
I need the answers no more
accept that this failure is me.
Set it right ,start walking there is nothing to see
Never mind all the progress
Who am I suppose to be
Trusting no one never learning
pushing words thru my teeth
time to believe nothing changes
unless it starts with me
There is nothing to see
smiles drift away
denial wins again
Aww a Coffin for 2
diagnose with patients
touch with fingertips
no reason for the fog
no reason left so
Build
We are building a coffin for 2
no sun light will break through
We bury all away , all the way down
She is such a tiny thing with such vicious means
A path you do not cross for you cannot stand in her wind
restrain and resist
touch with finger tips
no reason for the bait
No reason left so
build
The Horse
This is the liars hour
bleak and narrow
behold
The last myth
of those that exist
to end all we know
The Perfect Queen
the end
she rides a giant god damn horse
she is the new era
of god , the faucet mouth princess
all but to her will is wrong
no other words hold weight
She is the new dawn
This is the burning candle
with the wick on end
She is the new beginning
know your future behold.
All we know is wrong
believe in her
believe in nothing more
The Fog..
sing of the open
arms that hold
our futures &
See her soul at night
like the fog on
these streets just west of home
light up show us
our path below &
See her soul @ night
like the fog on
these streets, these streets of long and gone
The nights that just fly by ...