I see a broken world of mass duplicity. An echo chamber for the great unseeing. They wire up the animal electricity and fabricate another human being. So off you go, into line with every other domino. Oh. Mr Carbon, how is your friend? Oh the paradigm, on which your life depends. Mr Carbon, how will you live, when his broken heart has nothing more left to give? A masquerade of feeble fools and followers. A manufactured mass of great unseeing. They wire up the animal electricity and fabricate another human being.
Rise and Shine
I see the sadness in that sky, mirrors the deadly warnings in your eyes, but I see the love inside you. I feel the anger breaking through. The mirror shouts “Your face is all askew!” but I see the love inside you. Rise and shine into my eyes. You are the golden one. Now reach your arms out wide and let the world decide. The darker bears and bugaboos will be destroyed by the love inside of you. Yes I see the love inside you.
I’ll be waiting for you
Sunday life on the days that do contain a ‘y’ my friend. A searching spree, in the long lost property of life my friend. Is this the end or just the start? Burst through the walls on which they all depend, you know that I’ll be waiting for you, friend. I’ll tear up the stairs on which they all descend, you know that I’ll be waiting for you, friend. Time is up. All your clocks and watches I must apprehend. Is this the end or just the start?
Staring down at the weather. Up above the streets and houses now. Ascending seems like forever. Trees below concede and take a bow. Everybody’s got a mind of apprehension. Everybody’s got a mind of hidden doubt. Destroy all the medication. Leave it on the battleground. Clear out all the complications. Find the path to the higher ground. Therapeutic rehabilitation. I can hear the distant sounds. Here comes the big resuscitation. Turning every day around.
I’m a servant to the pictures in my mind. Misdemeanor of the strangest kind. Nobody would think that you were so defined in my mind. Everything has changed around me now. I would forget but I don’t know how. Nobody would think that you were that inclined. You’re not that kind. This risky little souvenir. I just can’t make it disappear. How can we ever make our sinful saga cleaner, when you and I were such a major misdemeanor? How can we ever make our wicked saga cleaner, when you and I were such a major misdemeanor?
One More Bullet in My Gun
It’s right behind me – the rabid one. Another blinds me – coming out of the sun. There’s only one more bullet in my gun. The demonizing left’s overdone. The patronizing right’s bombing run. There’s only one more bullet in my gun. Will we see one more summertime? Or is this the early stage of a merciless ice age? Here we are, one in the chamber. Which way should I face today? With a loaded heart, I’m asking you to never look away. Once I was always somebody’s son. Now there is no such sanctum to run. There’s only one more bullet in my gun.
Every day that blindy passes me by, throws another big shower of ink on the sky. I can’t find the life in the bloodshed. I can’t see the sun for the clouds in my head. And I just don’t know why. I lost myself and felt a sudden drop. A million pieces all over the shop. But your love puts me back together. Yeah your love rebuilds my heart. Oh your love’s correcting the weather and now the end becomes the start. Every hour that sails away from me, leaves another big wake upon the sea. I can’t find the view where the stars align. I can’t see a thing with this mess in my mind. And I lost my id.
Please Don’t Make Me Beg
Impassable Eyes. Drier than sand. Cold in the heart and cold in the hand. That was you. Locked in a room with so many things. Waiting for you to uncoil the spring. That was me. I don’t know what we’re fighting for. You touched the sun and kicked me to your floor. I don’t know what we’re fighting for. You ate my soul and now you want some more. I sold my heart and must have undercharged. Oh Please. I opened up my heart but to you I’m not a part. Oh Please. To you I’m not a part of your prestige. Just don’t make me fall upon my knees. Just don’t make me beg, don’t make me plead.
The Last Safe Haven
Somewhere in those distant hills, buried in the undergrowth, there lies the carcass of my ills, lies the lifeless anecdotes. But I am not a broken man and so I found this. A little final resting place, the last bliss. The old wooden stairs, are now swallowed somewhere underground. So are you prepared, to protect this haven we found? Because this could be the last one. This could be the last one. This could be the last safe shrouded haven. Can’t you see it fading? Somewhere in the distant light, I’ll be thinking of the dark and what it was to take a bite and spit out all the poison dart. But I am not a broken man.
I can hear you trying to breach the walls of the tender veil. I’m so near you, I can read the braille. Through the dots and afterthoughts, I hear what you’re trying to say. You’re so near me, I can hear you pray. Even though your light has gone, I know that you’re inside the lonely old black swan. In the walls of where I like to wander. In the silent fabric where I sleep. In the halls of love and over yonder. In the final embers where I weep. I can feel your warmth just everywhere. And I know you’re not a lonely old black swan. I can see you in that empty chair. Only the nonessential shell has gone.