`\,
"Dead a Bar"
The ranking put upon people
Leashes of word and wealth
Nothing less than a machine
Nothing more than a rhythm
Jump black pipes and tarnished endings
An endless cut down the fingers of the mutual
These lights shine against one another
Guardian to visions, breather of the night
Pray less for your dead a bar
Down from the gallows
Up into unforgiving drought
I shot the tariff and failed
It fell
Like a motionless
Scratch past last chance to dance
She'll be there waiting
"How I found it"
And that's when I found you started to broil
You second chance conscience by coincidence
The sudden thrash through the air
Not even the wings of angels could cease
The target that shifts a person
A song
A memory
Thank the sun for the mourning
Each new day a relevance
Im backing down
You try and hold it
Learn from it
It has to shape itself to you
So stay form
Model in every sense
The more reflection of me onto you
Creating the bruise
Such a young man
Perilous to the other side
But I guess you should ask me How I found it?
"Eleven"
Can't you sing it?
Face and soul damned to depth?
Some say that's selfish
I hope they're right
I counted bare for eleven years
To leer at her
Her smile unseen
I wish she would divide unto me
I wrap around blue
Scorched and rusty
My mental fixation rushing rancid
Red wheels
Covered in waste
Back lashed to scalemen
Just in case, you stay pure
Wouldn't want you to catch cold
Each way the lie flies
A new soul to feed
My love, smiles brighter
Unscenery
Dancing on the curfews eyes
A welt wore each one
A belt, so strong and common
Nothing can rash the human halls
Hope is what they eat.
"Way Past Last"
At least I feel that way
Im a stone
Stuck
Mounted, growing not but watching
Trees climb taller
Bushes fuller
I can't move
The potential is in the wind
I have no arms, no legs
Just support
The ones I know come and visit
But they all have to lave
No one is entertained by a stone
I have just memories
And time...