I feel my fingers reach my mouth, I take my fill collapse and shout

My spirits wilting and my flesh is caving in.

I cry for help into the blue distress into a static view drown in turmoil as my eyes,

Keep drinking in.

My S.O.S. a flippant word from a scornful boy that speaks in verse

And evades salvation until my reach exceeds its grasp.

Return my head into its cell and calm nerves inside the well of luscious lies

That drag me straight to hell.

Flee to the shining city on the hill. Pray you last in the marathon, until you cross the line

On the day of trumpet sound.

There’s a dagger in the hand of a babe. There’s venom in the cup of a friend.

There’s fire in the belly of the kind, eroding until the end.

Murder in the heart of the right. No end to the devil-appetite to satisfy the need.

Now everybody feed.

The passive Masses caught exposed, flooding rises past their nose. No more sanctuary,

No more harbor for the blind.

Faces turn from grace to greed, unsheathing daggers as you lead. Consume it all,

Until there’s nothing left to want or even need.

I speak in hunger pangs, grind my teeth to razor fangs, sinking deep to rip and tear,

Can’t stop my heart if it’s not there.

Every hand grips everything. Ears are deaf to tolls and rings. Now there’s red inside the rain.

And what was sterling now is stained,

On the shining city on the hill. Pray you last in the marathon, until you cross the line

On the day of trumpet sound.

There’s a dagger in the hand of a babe. There’s venom in the cup of a friend.

There’s fire in the belly of the kind, eroding until the end.

Murder in the heart of the right. No end to the devil-appetite to satisfy the need.

Now everybody feed.

Wake and crave for every bite. Slave to slake your appetite.

Sight revived, I noticed I’ve been sleeping far too long.

Filled and idle waiting while the maestros wrote their songs.

Herded in with introverts who never even want to play, until

One by one they disappear to skip the losing game.

Anything to save me from my fate of blending in

And maybe if I crack my shell, there will be light in dying skin.

And maybe we can find a life when all our life is spent, but

For now it seems we’ll burn until the end.

Don’t want to war against the tyrant if there’s nothing in his stead.

Do I have to burn against the witch if her curses go unsaid?

Avoided being broken, now you don’t feel a thing.

The bones are starved for battle, quiet’s making your ears ring.

Don’t want to sing depressing lyrics warn the world the end is nigh or

Sound the horn to bask in fame, like you, before we die.

Blind your eyes to wisdom shared or any lesson learned, but don’t act surprised

When you’re the one who’s burned.

And maybe we can find a life when all our life is spent, but

For now it seems we’ll burn until the end.

Back at the ledge where I leapt, a tender memories left;

Of feeling like, at least, I knew the score.

Maybe I lied to myself, lying awake in the cell.

And maybe now it’s time that I soared.

I won’t sit by the television and watch them all live their lives.

Might as well sprint on towards the cliff and hope to God that I fly.

Come on! Why do you think you want to wait?

What Armageddon? Want to save the date?

If so fine, just save me a plate. We’ll let the other crowd warm themselves by the lake.

Don’t want to sing depressing lyrics warn the world the end is nigh or

Sound the horn to bask in fame, like you, before we die.

Blind your eyes to wisdom shared or any lesson learned, but don’t act surprised

When you’re the one who’s burned.

And maybe we can find a life when all our life is spent, but

For now it seems we’ll burn until the end.

What if ‘m not invincible?

…and what if what I think is…not?

If my mind’s not backed in gold,

Could you tell me what I’ve got?

Oh, what are you waiting for?

Because it’s all too late, not to escalate.

Subscribe and like to keep you up at night.

We live in division and this ain’t a vision.

Gaze beyond my face. Find the mind has been replaced by a hard drive fried by propaganda.

All hope burned out by the hands of great anxiety pumping fear into the feed, as they

Count the cash on that pile of ash they built with our beliefs.

And we bought it. So bless it.

Every ounce of sin, just to cover the dread you’re feeling within.

And you’ll pour it on until your hollow man caves in.

Your hollow man caves in.

Oooh, now spin is speeding up.

I’m trapped and I’m being crushed.

My blood is draining out, I can’t seem to feel my mouth.

Enjoy the ride, the end is near.

The ‘up and out’ just like you feared.

No new friends accepted here.

Gaze beyond my face. Find the mind has been replaced by a hard drive fried by propaganda.

All hope burned out by the hands of great anxiety pumping fear into the feed, as they

Count the cash on that pile of ash they built with our beliefs.

And we bought it. So bless it.

Every ounce of sin, just to cover the dread you’re feeling within.

And you’ll pour it on until your hollow man caves in.

Your hollow man caves in.

Every ounce of sin, just to cover the dread you’re feeling within.

And you’ll pour it on until your hollow man caves in.

Your hollow man caves in.

You’re always content when your mind is for rent.

Lend me your eye, if you’re looking for a sign, I’ve got the last one here in print.

I’ve named our enemy, declared this wretched thing diseased so we’ll survive!

Now, gather around my angry kin, let us do this bastard in, and we’ll be free.

Look deep into their lives, see their peace is a disguise. It covers up the evil in their eyes.

Grab your torches, light your wrath, may our fervor burn the path to decimate them all along the way.

We’ll lay them to waste.

Pile anger on the altar. Move quick and don’t delay magnify your malice find the hurt, spawn the hate.

Crucify their voices, gather around and grab a nail. You can purchase glory if you’ve got rage for sale.

Don’t let up. There’s more to lose. Let them regret every line that they choose.

Come spread your malice, like a vessel. Spreading seeds to feed, corrupting minds.

The object of your column. Spite with words so we befall them.

Burn this forest to the ground, saturate and choke the sound.

All dissenters wilt beneath this holy war we wage for peace.

The safest place to live will be our grasp.

We’ll lay them to waste.

Pile anger on the altar. Move quick and don’t delay magnify your malice find the hurt, spawn the hate.

Crucify their voices, gather around and grab a nail. You can purchase glory if you’ve got rage for sale.

Your rage can purify and clean. The scorching light will set the scene and when the twilight comes you’ll see;

I bought your animosity, sold you what you want to see. Because under greed, all motives pale.

Like anything, your rage is for sale.

Call me demon, call you slave. Your life my play. I’m pushing down on you to find faults, twist screws.

Look up despair and swear, I blind your eyes and black your air. This is your mind, I’d know, I’m in your head.

You’re made of glass, your hearts been tapped to crack your shell and make you hate.

I plant your seed and wait to detonate.

Rage.

I can’t weep anymore

For childlike wonder

Or my past

And my past life's innocence

And I can't keep waiting

For things far beyond me

I'm so stretched out from searching

But I'm starving for what I need

Oh I heard you lie

That to live is to die

But you don’t know because you don’t grow

But you can if you’d like

Placing wings on the soul

While you're still growing old

Take a minute and breathe

There's still something to reach

Unclenching your fist

Because the thing you resist

Turns out was your whole damned life

Maybe make believe is paint on a life turned gray

And turning old is a lie holding you in place

Well I weep for minds that wander

There’s no map back down to Earth

Can someone call my head, because it seems my eyes have blurred

Life got caught on cruise control

Can you set me back to speed

You can look but you won’t really see

The fight inside of me

And maybe make believe is just the price for the brighter day

And maybe turning old is fine if it can’t hold you in place

And it’s just a matter of time

Watch me as I unwind

Held together like a crumpled paper ball

Another stanza of the ever-playing song

And maybe make believe is paint on a life turned gray

And turning old is a lie holding you in place

Open-eyed, I’ve been waiting too long now I’m saying I want my melody.

I’m calling out to the stars, Come melt down my iron bars, Crack open my shell Set it free

Shake off the rust. Shake your hair like a lion’s mane.

Put teeth to the world to bite down and carve your name.

Running on lion-heart. Beautiful, unrestrained.

Hit like a lightning strike to wake up your soul from the grave.

Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one

Rising and turning then sinking and burning without the warmth of a sun.

Feels like every muscle is pulling you to the dirt and pitting you against the clock.

Lionheart running. Reigning in the sun and seizing every night and day by the tail

Hunters always linger around the den where you lay, frothing at the mouth every night and day.

But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey.

You see the pride and hate me, but cry while you’re hesitating like a child that has lost their way.

So may those who oppose come to recognize the might of a mind,

Unchained! Unchained! Unchained! Unchained!

Because it ain’t enough to dream and hope the day comes along,

When everybody is dancing while they’re playing your song.

Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you haven’t lost your mind;

Rising and turning then sinking and burning to leave all the weight far behind.

Feels like every muscle is pulling you to the dirt and pitting you against yourself.

Lion-heart running. Reigning in the sun and seizing every night and day by the tail.

Hunters always linger around the den where you lay, frothing at the mouth every night and day.

But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey.

Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one;

Rising and turning then sinking and burning without the warmth of a sun.

Feels like every muscle is pulling you to the dirt and pitting you against the clock.

Put your back into it. Give it all until you do it, if it’s the last thing that you do, until you die.

Hunters always linger around the den where you lay, frothing at the mouth every night and day.

But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey.

In the fantasy, life is but a dream, where you’re free to go, but you’ll never leave.

You stuck inside your head, just like quarantine. Eyes like vacant lights of our loading screens.

So don’t bother with, how it’s done or said. You can beam it all right into your head.

Dream, while I sing this lullaby. About promised satisfaction and other lies.

Feast your eyes upon the prize. Life in advertisement, so divine.

Saturated so blinded and content. Never lived, no reason to repent.

Life locked down like all of the captives. Childlike life, docile, and distracted.

Through a filter, dreams of never growing old. Your right to risk has been bought and sold.

Dream, while I sing this lullaby. About promised satisfaction and other lies.

Feast your eyes upon the prize. Life in advertisement, so divine.

Don’t wake me now damned reality. Outside a fool, here I am king.

I would kill the world, just to have it all.

So you can keep your daily bread while I make nations in my head.

Empire rises as the body falls.

So leave me here to rot, leave me to my brain, Because what you don’t see, I could not explain.

So tell me father why! Why do people dream? Just to wake ourselves to this chilling scene.

Dream, while I sing this lullaby. About promised satisfaction and other lies.

Feast your eyes upon the prize. Life in advertisement, so divine.

Eyes fry unblinded, burned by visions far and true; each soul is a vessel navigating towards a tomb.

You set your metronome to the melody of endless stimulation.

Grinding every nerve until you’re lost to all sensation.

Speak no evil, speak no sense. Just make sure it rhymes. Then swell in tears that overflow

From the lies behind the eyes.

Cold old man, house built on sand, your soul is sold under worth. No matter what size your coffer,

All dues get paid to the dirt.

What I am, I have to carry with me until the day I fall.

And all together, hand in hand, collecting just to give away.

Population… Slave.

Professed; you second guessed. Trapped inside the mainstream mass.

Live and buy before the face of Time, as his hands maintain his pace and pass.

Never heed the bell that calls, like any emperor, you wilt until you fall.

Life recycles through the ages as the pages turn. Like fields of grass that bloom to burn.

Trapped inside a timeline, rising only to decay.

Mindless, numb, and willing to succumb. To every hand, you bend and sway.

Blend into the masses. Become the hive. New paint, same paradigm. Boxed and serialized.

What I am, I have to carry with me until the day I fall.

And all together, hand in hand, collecting just to give away.

Population… Slave.

Population slave.

See that glow? Let it show.

From the dark it can burn all your doubt and your hurt, keep it close.

And let it in. May the warmth so divine, like the sun, start to rise

From within.

From the heart.

Don’t you hide what can heal. Every sin that’s revealed falls apart.

Hello! Can anybody hear me?

Am I coming in clearly?

Waiting in my holding-pattern, like the rings surrounding Saturn.

It’s hard to hear above the noise.

Oh, I want to love, but it seems all I do is fight.

Yeah, I want to know how to make the wretched man right.

Because I’m looking for the one that reminds me of the sun

And can heat me back up from within.

Because the flame makes a claim.

Burns away every scar autographed by a star,

Like a name you can feel.

No more fear of the past. Fire-light that can last. Come and heal.

Hey! Can anybody hear me?

Am I coming in clearly?

Waiting in my holding-pattern, like the rings surrounding Saturn.

It’s hard to hear above the noise.

Oh, I want to love, but it seems all I do is fight.

Yeah, I want to know how to make the wretched man right.

Because I’m looking for the one that reminds me of the sun

And can heat me back up from within. Yeah.

Like a sunrise. Like a sun rises.

And maybe it looks pretty from wherever you are sitting, but this one

I know is mine. This sunrise.

House of winter yield to thaw from the fire-fanning awe.

Bright and vibrant I recall.

Every spirit given pause by the light of the sun.

Everyday

Get's replaced

What a Waste

Mother serendipity

Come and bless me with your vapidity

I don’t wanna be a good

little boy

Come and drown me in excesses

Kill and bury me with blesses

And agoraphobic trends

to style

Let me share with you a secret

If you steal it you can keep it

But ask them nicely and

They’ll take it away

Every day

Gets replaced

What a shame

Face down into a blender

And if I cannot remember

I’ll pretend it never won me

A prize

I’m the weakest generation

Like the old ones keep on saying

I’m abusing what my mama gave me

Digitize my spirit

Side effects don’t wanna hear it

Cuz obsoletion is the ultimate

Death

Maybe there’s some money

In the pain just make it funny

We’ll be stars before

The sun dies out

Everyday

Is a trade

For the youth

What a shame

Every face

Every name

Gets replaced

Oh

What a waste