GOD
I can walk on water
But I'm a liar just like god
You can defend your tales of eden
Weight of life is finally gone

I don't like the hype
I sink on land
Can barely stand
The sins of natural things in life
We're made to think aren't in our hands



FUCK
My mind is a like a picket sign that soon will be replaced.
Your tradition is just a vision from these wastes of this fucking race
Happiness and Hate is just another dead lie
Nine to fives with Neck ties. Broken signs, no free rides

Any brain can hide but few can stand.
Cash wars in the street take flight over land.
And the world's gonna sink because we're caught up in the bucks.
Picket signs on the street. Waiting lines that Fuck us.

Any promises can stray. Nightmares in your brain.

Just Comb your hair, then shine your shoes while soaking in the morning news. 
 
Any brain can hide but few can stand.
No picket signs. I sink on land.
Shut off your mind.
Destroy your ties.
Hang up and fuck your nine to fives.



LIVE
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
How do you move in a world of fog
Turned into shit
Turn to things that they would never want.

It's a world of fog.
I'm so nostalgic for moments i have never lived.
Fast forward, and its fucking over.

I’m reminiscent of the times I have never seen.

I can barely move.

Carry me away for the last time.
Theres a brand new story, but it's the same old lie.
Technology is fucked, but it's here to stay.
There is no more thrill of the search. It's way to easy.
I'll continue to continue to pretend that this narrow road wont run into the tracks.
It pulls away into the fog
The line is fucking drawn.



HATE
Bright lights and
Blurred sights
Un-rested
Lost faith
Holy shit this
Sour taste
Is keeping me from everything

Happiness and
fucking success
Un-kept
No faith
This awful state I cant escape
It is keeping me from living without this hate.

"Like the tide and the waves growing slowly in range"
These same old lines are in need of a change.

Trade in your sunlight for a career

Un-rested
Lost faith
Holy shit this
Sour taste
Is keeping me from everything
“To sing the blues, you’ve gotta live the tunes, and carry on”
and live your life while adding to the news.



LOVE
Old Man
Fuck

“Take a look at my life,
24 and there is so much more”
This plan.
Life is boring.
It’s fucked.
It’s not enough.

Old man.
You say there’s so much more.
Then why are you tired and broken and lonely and cold.

We hum the same old lines to a different crowd.
The hate and fear is over now.
Two faces. Two cents is all you give.
The love of life is for the living.

I’m “safe and sound."
You’ve got to be kidding me.
They drop by and die, because it’s faster than sinking

These hills, these views of endless blues and greens are new. I take it in.

"Any man can claim but few can find"
Anybody can realize this world is a lie.