Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best

Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…

At this time, at this moment When the rollercoaster has reached… As you hold my hand, we watch with… Being that the world below us mold… From the people to the ants

Two strangers crossing paths, neve… From the first, to the last Their souls could never be separat… The beginning, the end All that comes, nothing but moment…

The taste of boredom, feeling rott… My sorrow, drenched in nasty yello… Leaks from my pores—a bloody yello… Spinning around the corner My storm cloud, a pretty pink—

As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…

When you chose to lay your weapon… I was baffled; we had fought for what’s felt like… Killing our brothers—like savages rabid with a contagious disease

Standing naked above the stage Staring at wounds of hurt They know Voicing things no one else dare do A Viking in the making

The trenches are alive– the soldie… Ones of hope, others of despair Lifting spirits through the sounds… Among hushed crowds, Children play,

I see me, far in to the past running with the wind A child with no scars to tell, no… no eyes that bear burdens too heav… recognizing me now is difficult

Skipping to the beat of abnormalit… I take charge through my dog days… that will reveal me Show what has been hidden under di… gaining a taste for what the other…