*Special thanks to SlipKnoT's "Prelude 3.0", 2004
And then all of a sudden I became depressed.
I wallowed in thoughts thought long supressed.
When I shared the tiny scars with them
the laughter rose up like a sea.
So now it's over...
Hate became the blanket of saving.
Pain is now the drug I'm craving.
When I led a journey inward
they refused to come along.
So now it's over...
I know now why I never asked you.
I don't know how I put it past you.
When I tried to be real again
you made all the parts break away.
So now it's over...
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Desensitized
You sound like the bugs have taken flight.
You sound like a man crying in the night.
You swear that nothing left in here is fair,
but I heard you bless the angels in the air.
You look like you're hungry & alone.
You look like an old man by the phone.
You leave nothing to chance at any time,
but I saw you play the wheel with your last dime.
You feel like a wasted piece of meat.
You feel like you're frozen in the heat.
You lean on no one, no one's in your way.
You need nothing, but you can't go home today.
You smell like a day that had to fade.
You smell like a memory never made.
You went to make peace with all the ghosts,
but you're still at war with the one you loved the most.
You taste like a treat left in the sun.
You taste like you're burning on the run.
You fled the day that judgment sat for you,
but leaving didn't make the lies come true.
You sound like a man crying in the night.
You swear that nothing left in here is fair,
but I heard you bless the angels in the air.
You look like you're hungry & alone.
You look like an old man by the phone.
You leave nothing to chance at any time,
but I saw you play the wheel with your last dime.
You feel like a wasted piece of meat.
You feel like you're frozen in the heat.
You lean on no one, no one's in your way.
You need nothing, but you can't go home today.
You smell like a day that had to fade.
You smell like a memory never made.
You went to make peace with all the ghosts,
but you're still at war with the one you loved the most.
You taste like a treat left in the sun.
You taste like you're burning on the run.
You fled the day that judgment sat for you,
but leaving didn't make the lies come true.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Bright Ribbons, Low Lights
For Aunt Jeanne...the good fight is never over.
They say the devil may care when all hope is gone,
but that would leve me nothing for today.
So I'm on bended knee with eyes closed to the world,
and I'm remembering how to pray.
We walk, we write letters, we hold up big signs
for all the mothers & sisters we love so much.
Sometimes there's no words, though, to cover the distance
to those hearts we need to touch.
They have fallen, they have passed, they have gone to their maker...
They've met an early grave.
But they have shown us true love, what it means to be a hero...
There are so many left we can save.
So we'll stand here together, from this day to the last,
praying for those so pure,
and we'll never stop caring and sharing the memories.
One day, we will find a cure.
They say the devil may care when all hope is gone,
but that would leve me nothing for today.
So I'm on bended knee with eyes closed to the world,
and I'm remembering how to pray.
We walk, we write letters, we hold up big signs
for all the mothers & sisters we love so much.
Sometimes there's no words, though, to cover the distance
to those hearts we need to touch.
They have fallen, they have passed, they have gone to their maker...
They've met an early grave.
But they have shown us true love, what it means to be a hero...
There are so many left we can save.
So we'll stand here together, from this day to the last,
praying for those so pure,
and we'll never stop caring and sharing the memories.
One day, we will find a cure.
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