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Have you been able to pontificate about the dark days and bright nights that we’ve got, making magic out of the illusions of the people in which we are not

I can’t think straight, the pain must stop, because if I stay to off balance I’ll drop These are the days when a father is needed by his son

I need someone to pick up the pieces instead of turning around to run, I need a clearer vision of the sun, because some days I feel like a big mistake, and then others like the chosen one, these are the days when I’m reminded how I was born by the knife and will live by a gun

This teenage minacity is less innocent then a stroll on the city, or the brutality of the town without pity, revenge and repent, tragedy of the years of doves and mud, and the present terror of the past blood

I don’t want to drown or burn away, I want to rise above and howl what I’ve got to say, without delay I want all of hell to pay before I fade away. It’s the glimpse of hope, as misery gleams, 

 

To Destroy An Idea

Smash the window resulting in bloody knees, fiends waiting for the itch to cease

The moments of day when I struggle to breath, delaying celebrations because I’m trying to prove to myself that I still even believe

And, I remember so clearly the days I slit my wrist, I remember so clearly all the risks I took to exist

To abort an idea and watch it wheeze, set fire to the world, hopes and bars

My mind is becoming an exhibition that transcends dimensions for tradition, just so I can have faster cars, sometimes I think there is a moon man and I’m living on mars

And no I’m not gonna shot for the stars again, fall from the sky and die breathing in air I used to rely in

There is a memory so stand still, Take a Minute prior to pulling the trigger because now I’ve got a view to a kill

I was promised good things that end, and I always knew they would

I tried to conquer this world, and even as I falter I know I still could

So many perfect shapes, how do I compete? Truth is what you perceive but depending on how much you believe will raise the limits on all that you receive.

I’m looking at the quiet sky again, and I’m looking at a close up of the past on New Year’s Eve, the silence holds aggression that builds belief, like blasphemy and grace creating a new me yeah

Day creeps and night tends, I’ve got the devil inside yet I ascend, and I blend animosity like it’s a trend, nutrition for a theory fueling hypocrisy, with hate so far the eye can’t see

And it’s the times of the night that remind, that if it wasn’t for the hate I couldn’t be me, the evil entit

 

Lonely Guitar Chords

The solemn aggression and pain of lonely nights, the darkness and disputes shine upon city lights

I sway in the wind as the feeling of doom creeps in despite all the advantages of a perpetuating preconceived desires and barren roads that seem to never end

They say I’m kidding but it’s a fact, it’s a stereotype of the prejudice that’s built to react

My past influences the way I act

The messages from society shield wondrous dreams, and I’m beginning to waste away it seems, and if you don’t help me now ill fade away in the misery Day in Day out

Misery finds a home it always does, a problem evolves from me to us, and if looks could kill I’d bury your trust

I’d always had my heart in hand, I always said if the tide rose I’d stand, maybe I’m just not god’s man

As times passes so quick, in motion my life makes me sick, and you remind me of all the things that were ever said by knowing me when my face was plastered red

Controlling each impulse and feeling with empty meds, and the tribulation of being hungry and having yet to be fed no, because sometimes I feel like I’m going to just drop dead

It’s the nights I loathe and the daylight I dread, I’m wasting away in bed, the feeling is beginning to spread and I’m fading, I’m fading Day In, Day Out, Day In, Day Out