Starbucks generation
Stand in line
Heads down
Don’t make a sound
Get your venti iced whatever

I found you standing there,
in the corner of a big room.
I could see in your eyes,
you were a flower ready to bloom.

You were ready to go,
ready to see the world.
You were all alone,
just another lonely girl.

Like the moon in the night sky,
so far from the stars.
You were in need of a friend,
to help heal the scars.

And so I reached out,
and you took my hand,
and we explored the high mountains,
and put our toes in the sand.

We ran through the valleys,
and flew through the sky.
We walked through the forest,
and laughed till we cried.

We looked up at the stars,
so far yet so close,
so big yet so small,
we wanted them all.

And so we became stars.

Satan, please,
look at me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
punish me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
**** me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
**** me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

I sit in front of you,
quiet, thoughts removed.
I have no answers, no words,
I just stare at your tomb.

Your soul snatched from my hands,
I feel as I'm a fool.
I am only mortal, man,
there was nothing I could do.

When you took your final breath,
was there really nothing left?
Before you took to the other side,
I wish I could have said goodbye.

I feel you in the sunlight,
I hear you in the dead of night.
I smell your cigarettes,
but one thing,
I can never do,
is see you again.

Please come back!
Please come back!

Give him back to us!
Give him back!
I just want to see my friend again!
That is all I ask!

Please come back...
Please come back...

Every time I return to your new home,
it's a chilling affair,
as I roll in on four wheels and a prayer,
my hair stands on end,
and dances in the wind.

Stone cold silence greats me each time,
when I emerge from my car,
and sift my way through the yard,
tromping above the dead,
shoes filled with lead.

It's a stone and granite garden,
marble here and there,
a stiffness in the air,
that hangs right around your feet,
holding you in place like concrete.

I kneel before the dirt and rocks,
and press my hands in deep,
in an attempt to try and feel,
your touch reaching back,
through 6 feet of disconnect.

And I swear I feel your warm touch,
and hear a bad joke whispering in the wind.

It's hard to say how he felt,
when he heard my voice,
when he opened the passenger door,
and sat right next to me.

I wasn't sure,
if what I was doing was a bad idea,
but when that man sat next to me,
I felt quite content.

The rain fell down on the street,
as he looked down at his feet,
I asked him where to go,
and he pointed ahead.

As we drove through the driving rain,
he asked me for my name,
and I told him,
and he said...

"My name is Convicton,
I moved here last year,
with my wife and my kid,
now I live here."

I looked and I smiled,
told him that was neat,
asked where he was from,
then he looked at me...

"I moved here from Haiti,
after the earthquake.
God blessed me with life,
and I'm not going to waste it."

As he told me to turn right,
I asked him why,
why did he move here,
and what made him keep trying.

And he told me, "Gods blessings,
he sends them to me,
in the forms of small things,
in the forms of thee."

And he smiled at me,
as he told me to stop.
I pulled over and told him,
it was nice to talk.

He grabbed his laundry,
and closed the back door.
I looked out the passenger window,
and waved au revoir.

He smiled at me,
and told me "God bless!".
Then he shuffled away,
into his house.

And as shifted into drive,
and slowly drove away,
I smiled and thought,
"one good deed a day".

Hear the buzz,
they're questioning the mountains.
The halls of decadence,
the hum resonates with sin.

Their words echo,
far beyond the stretches of our universe.
Like a chant,
like witches muttering a curse.

Do not move,
there's a dead man in the gallows.
We're on thin ice,
and the water below isn't shallow.

To fear or not,
when fear is not a choice.
Be careful when using,
the power of your voice.

It's getting harder everyday,
just to find a way,
to make it through the day alive.

No one seems to see,
the pain within me,
and the silent pleas for help.

It's getting harder to believe,
that I can beat this disease,
when it has control of me,
I'm weak.

Everything I feel,
no longer feels real,
as the disease steals,
my heart.

I am just a man,
what else can I do?
The only thing that can save me,
is you.

The frigid winter air,
has confined me to my home,
where my mind is left to roam.
Miles away,
in my haven,
my mind begins to cave in.

The simplicity,
of this disease,
it picks me apart,
tears at my heart,
and mangles my mind.

It distorts all perception,
leading to my own deception,
I ask myself,
when is this going to end?

I feel nothing,
other than confusion.
And I can’t stop fighting,
this battle, which I am losing.

My mind pulls me one way,
my heart, the other,
And I can’t help but feel,
like I’m being smothered.

I scream,
and I cry,
and I still don’t know why,
I can’t feel normal.

I escape,
and I run,
right into a loaded gun,
that blows me to bits.
It blows me to bits.
I slowly submit.
I quietly submit.
I quit.

The degression,
of my progression,
shows I'm suddenly losing steam.

This here disease,
is killing me,
and I can't fight off this cancer.

I am willing,
to fight this killing,
but will power,
ain't enough.

So I'll sit here,
and fight the fear,
of dying,
and of suffering,
through it all.
Suffering,
through it all.

My life bleeds,
as this disease,
slowly eats me whole.

From the inside,
to the outside,
there's no escape from being devoured.

So I'll sit here,
and fight the fear,
of dying,
and of suffering,
through it all.
Suffering,
through it all.

I surrender,
to the illness,
and it takes control.

I'll just lay here,
no longer fear,
dying,
because I'm gone.

Gone.

She says, "Give it to me",
so I do.
She says, "Do it harder",
so I did.
She commands, "Go faster",
I obey.
She begins to moan,
as she smiles.
This is it,
a Sunday night,
a holy day.
She begs for more,
Then I ******.

All darkness surrounds her
Yet she illuminates
Her pale skin radiates
Like the pedals of a sunflower
Bleeding golden yellow under the pounding sun
She reaches for it, unwavering

I encroach on her radiance,
A black hand reaching out
Looking for someone to hold
But she welcomes me in
Warm and tender
A home for darkness in the light

I take a piece of her each day
Harvesting her happiness and joy
I wound her and try to put her pedals back on
She rages like a wildfire
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Yet her love remains
Wild and untamed
Bursting through her chest like a herd of stallions
I cling to her side
Begging for forgiveness
But she’s already moved on
She’s again reaching for the sun

Working hard,
for a dream I can't achieve.
Your words,
the words of the world,
weaving in and out my head.

Everything is easier said than done,
that's why actions speak louder than words.
You can preach or you can pray,
in the end,
their just words.

I live in a fantasy,
where I feel happy.
To feel and to be are two different things,
but feeling is good enough for me.

Someday, someone will tear down the sunset wallpaper,
and the walls will crumble down on my precious fantasy.
And when that day comes, I will die,
but for now,
let me be.

Keep far from me,
stay out of my grasp.
I'm nothing but bad news,
a race car ready to crash.

I'm a fiery mess,
about to explode.
I'm a super nova,
ready to implode.

I want nothing to do with you,
but I really do.
This is for your own sake,
I'm just a mistake.

So run,
flee,
from my reach.
Just go,
and don't cry,
or I might change my mind.

I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to save you the pain.

Supernova explosion in her eyes,
and she's on fire.
Never have a witnessed such behavior,
she's a force of nature.
Behind her, she leaves a path of beautiful destruction,
blazing a trail for those to follow.

She's a mystery you can't solve,
a face you can't forget.
And if you wrong her, you're absolved,
she knows how to forgive.

Sweet as a drop of honey,
her words can heal.
If you need her to hold a secret,
her lips are sealed.

She's a fiery heart and a gorgeous mind,
contained by one breathtaking soul.
I can tell you now that no love of mine,
has ever made me feel so whole.

Search and see the sun,
go out and feel the rain,
just realize,
the pain will go away.

Go and smell the flowers,
breathe in the air,
move without a care.

Electric love is coming for you,
spark the heart and make it move.
Make it pump and make it jump,
love is more than me and you.

There's no need to talk,
there's no need to waste,
the precious time we have,
we're near our end, I can taste it.

Take your mask off,
and I'll take mine off too.
We both have nothing to lose.

Let the vines entangle and trap,
your heart in their tight grasp.
Don't uproot what we can't lose,
you'll find it hard to get back.

I'm a sinner,
I'm a survivor.
I'm a sinner,
I'll survive her.
I'm a sinner,
I'll revive her.
I'm a sinner,
I'm a survivor.

My mind is clear, unclear,
slipping in and out of conciousness.

Here, there; there, here,
impossible to control it.

And I'm slipping,
away, away.
Slipping,
away, away.

My minds not here,
not there,
it's everywhere,
and I can't control it.

I'll follow you, you follow me,
I'll take you everywhere.

Lead me to the sea,
we can swim in our reveries.

But I'm slipping,
away, away.
Slipping,
away, away.

When you're not here,
I fear I'm falling,
out, out, out of control.

Out, out, out, out of control.

Don't know what to do,
that's why I'm with you,
you hold me,
hold me,
together.

It was hot,
so ******* hot.
My house was hotter than *** with a wool sock.
Of course,
there was only one course of action I could take,
get naked.
And so I was naked.
Later that day,
I was walking to the kitchen,
when suddenly,
my belly button started to itch.
I looked down,
and out of my bell button,
crawled an enormous, hairy tarantula.
I immediately slapped the tarantula off my stomach,
and crushed it with my bare foot.
It crunched beneath my foot,
and its slimy being squirted everywhere.
Then, my ear started to itch,
and out crawled,
another tarantula.
Soon,
my throat began to itch,
and my nose began to itch,
and my ******* began to itch..
I don't know why my ******* were itchy,
but,
anyway,
tarantulas began crawling out of all the holes my body had.
Then,
my **** began to itch.
"NO!!" I screamed.
But my words had no power,
and out crawled more tarantulas from my ****.
I slowly fell to my knees,
as the tarantulas poured out of my lifeless body.
I did not know what to do,
so I ran to the back of my house,
opened the glass slider,
ran onto the back deck,
and jumped off.
Sadly,
this did not **** me,
and I only broke both my legs.
The bones were sticking straight out of my knees,
and tarantulas began crawling out of my open wounds.
I soon began to choke on the tarantulas,
suffocated,
and died.

It's those long nights,
waiting for the sun to rise.
Waiting and praying,
for it to come a little quicker.
The black keeps getting blacker,
and I'm falling
out,
     out,
          out,
               and up.
Which will rise first?
The sun or my soul?

I can feel the pull,
a gentle tug with every shallow breath,
gentle but sharp.
Every word,
like a knife,
a little more pressure every time,
agonizingly slow.

Plunge it into my heart,
push it deeper,
push it all away.
These long nights,
I just wanna push,
and when it falls,
the moon from the sky,
so will I,
so will I.

Then the sun will rise,
and I'll be ****** to do it again.
I can feel a tug,
gentle but sharp.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
clouded, grey.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
clouded, grey.

I saw a turtle flying high,
and he cried,
tears of clay.

I saw a turtle flying high,
and he cried,
tears of clay.

And it storms,
so the turtle flies away.
And it pours,
so the turtle hides away.

And the boats,
don't dare leave the bay.
And fur coats,
always run away.

Curiosity,
didn't **** the cat.
It was the neighbor,
with a baseball bat.

My intentions were,
always good,
but never great.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

My intentions were always good,
but never great.

If I was smarter,
I could save the world.
If I was stronger,
I could get the girl.

If I was talented,
I'd write a song for peace.
But I'm not special,
to say the least.

I'm just here,
I'm just there.
I'm just lost,
I'm nowhere.

I'm alive,
but I'm dead.
I'm inside,
my own head.

I won't be long,
don't mind me.
My stay here,
temporary.

I'll amount,
to nothing.

Smoke consumed the city,
released from the buildings.
Attack summoned from the sky,
and no one knew why.

Death from above,
sent with no love.
They wanted us to die,
and no one knew why.

When two worlds collide,
your god must die,
conform to their god.

With a nod of the head,
thousands were dead,
you must worship their god.

Thousands were dying,
millions were crying.
They used weapons that fly,
and no one knew why.

The building stood tall,
only to fall.
Attack summoned from the sky,
and no one knew why.

When two worlds collide,
your god must die,
conform to their god.

With a nod of the head,
thousands were dead,
you must worship their god.

Cold, so cold,
barren and hollow,
no longer home,
a truth that's hard to swallow.
Home once alive,
everything has died.

No smell, no noise,
nothing but an empty space.
No pictures on the walls,
not a single smiling face.
Home once alive,
everything has died.

Still there hangs a gentle air,
warm enough to make your hair stand.

Home that was once alive,
not everything has to die.
Not her.

I've been sitting here,
for what feels like days,
but only a few hours,
have wasted away.

The doctors said,
you would be okay,
but that doesn't mean ****,
we're back here again.

I never thought I,
would get that call in the night,
saying you were here,
fighting for your life.

But I knew you weren't,
fighting at all,
because I think this is,
our third trip this fall.

I don't want to see,
you have to leave,
but it's best for you,
and for your family.

I'll visit everyday,
until you come home,
and when you do,
it'll be forever, I hope.

Oh how I wish,
you'd rise from that bed,
and say everything,
felt happy in your head.

But since that is not,
the case here tonight,
I'll sit by this bed,
and hold your hand tight.

We're living in the Age of Ignorance,
where the voice is a weapon,
wielded by a troublesome mind.

We're living in the Age of Arrogance,
where my word is wrong,
and your word is right.

We're living in the Age of Unfair,
where the workers all strike,
and the employers are the bad guys.

We're living in the Age of Me,
where there is no We,
there is only I.

What a time to be alive.

Like a dream deferred,
our dreams are put down,
and crushed under the foot of the government.

A government once built on dreams,
is not all that it seems.

Our government is now built on cash.
Our government is falling fast.

They took our dreams,
and denied them.
Said we need cash,
to buy them.

They took the money,
we supplied them,
and took our dreams,
and denied them.

And the innocent civilians cry,
"******!
******!
******!"

They've murdered,
defiled the dream!

They've murdered,
deformed the dream!

They've murdered,
destroyed the dream!

They've murdered...

Capitalist, corporate U.S.A,
nothing will stand in their way.
No poor man, no war, no country,
no protest by you or me.

There's only one way to end the tyrant reign of the U.S. government on the American people....

Revolution!
Revolution!
REVOLUTION!
REVOLUTION!­

React. Revolt. Resolve.
Bring justice to those involved.
React. Revolt. Resolve.
Bring justice to those involved.

Do not fear the rich,
they are just men with money.
Do not fear the government,
and they're lies, sweetened like honey.

Fear no longer,
we're getting stronger.

We will rise!
We will react!
We will revolt!
We will resolve!

We will rise!
We will react!
We will revolt!
We will resolve!

Rise up!
We've had enough!

There was a fire yesterday,
it spread across the airwaves.
From nation to nation, pain and grief,
for the boy from Brixton left us here.

Heartbreak ravaged the lovers and friends,
for the boys time had come to an end.
An immortal in many of our eyes,
reality burned us as we cried.

Till night fell and the streets flooded,
flames smothered and flowers budded,
under the stars he adored for years,
people sang and danced and cheered.

For the boy from Brixton left his mark,
and then retreated to those stars,
leaving us with his songs and scenes,
his fashion, his love and everything between.

A lad insane with a powerful passion,
in touch with sound and all his visions,
on course for a final collision,
with his home amongst the stars.

I know,
I have been fading,
I'll be back soon,
when I'm better.

The pain,
of living is harder,
when you don't want,
to live anymore.

I can't keep heading down the path,
I'm heading down,
I'm fading fast.
I can only fall to my knees so many times,
before it's too late,
and I run out of time.

Please help me walk,
keep me standing.
Don't let me fall,
I need a savior.

The burden I carry,
is weighing down on me.
I can't keep traveling,
with this weight on my back.

I'll pull myself to my feet,
only to fall again,
in defeat.
And I will not hesitate,
to stand again,
to fight once more,
to make a stand.

So help me now,
before it's too late.
Before I fall and can't get up,
and seal my own fate.

Silence off shore,
another calm night.
Waves caress the beach,
moon shines down bright.

Stars glow and gleam,
down on the beach.
Sky black as coal,
as the waves continue to roll.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Sand slowly squeezes,
in between my toes,
as I follow the shoreline,
where ever it goes.

Seagulls screech a song,
of storms long ago.
Stories so aged and old,
only peg-legged sailors know 'em.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Lighthouse in the distances,
shining strong and bright.
Washes crash into the rocks,
colliding as they fight.

There's sea salt in the air,
in my mouth and my hair.
Sand is everywhere,
but I don't even care.

It's just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Just another night,
just another night,
out on the coast.

Caressing the cold,
grey bearded, old,
I while my time away.

I feel empty and dead,
thoughts buzzing through my head,
as the sunsets on the day.

Another love lost,
another day tossed
aside like a piece of trash.

And so I grow old,
cold and alone,
as I take my last...

I was traveling down,
a long, dusty road.
Wind blowing through my hair,
I was on my own.

I saw from a distance,
he was standing there.
Running his rough hands,
through his thick white hair.

I tried to walk by him,
but he grabbed my arm.
"Hello", he said to me,
"I don't mean any harm."

Then he said...

"I have an offer,
that you can't resist.
I can make you famous,
I can make you rich.
All you need to do,
is sell me your soul...
And I'll give you all you want and more."

He stared me in the eyes,
his eyes were black as coal.
They ****** me in,
just like two black holes.

I shook his hand and said,
"Sir, you have a deal."
I started to walk away,
man that was a steal.

Before I could walk away,
he grabbed me by the arm.
"Wait one second," he said,
"you're mine from now on."

Then he said...

"I gave you an offer,
I knew you couldn't resist.
I knew you wanted fame,
I knew you wanted to be rich.
All I needed from you,
was your pathetic soul...
And now you're mine forever."

I made a deal with the Devil,
now there's no looking back.
Made a deal with the Devil,
a deadly compact.

He gave me an offer,
he knew I couldn't resist.
He knew I wanted fame,
knew I wanted to be rich.
All he needed from me,
was my pathetic soul...

Let my greed get to me,
now he has me,
forever.

When I came into this big world,
I knew nothing of pain and sorrow.
I grew up, blinded by my blanket,
never watched the news,
because I just couldn't follow it.

Days turned months, months turned to years,
as the days continued to rocket by.
Till one day, I felt a pain inside,
the day my grandfather died.

I remember my mother calling me,
waking me from a deep slumber.
She said, "Boys, quick, come in here,
you're grandfather has died",
as she stumbled back into the in-law apartment.

I ripped off my blanket,
and in what felt like an instant,
I was by his bedside.
My aunts and my mother cried,
but I just stood there.

I felt nothing.

So I left the room,
crawled up the stairs into our house,
and sat on the couch,
alone.

I sat there for a few minutes,
thinking,
"this isn't real",
and I think for a brief moment,
I believed myself.

That was until I saw the hearse.

It slowly backed into my driveway,
eerily rolling ever so slowly,
then it came a complete stop.

A man stepped out and walked to the back or the vehicle,
he opened the two swinging back doors,
which flew open with ease.
He then pulled out what looked like a stretcher,
it was draped with a white sheet.
A few of my uncles pulled up next to the hearse,
jumped out of their trucks,
and rushed inside.

The man followed them.

And soon enough,
they all came back out.
Following them was the man with the stretcher.

Resting in it,
covered in another white sheet,
was my grandfather.

My family gathered around the back of the hearse.
Most of my aunts were crying,
with my uncles comforting them.

That was when it hit me.

I felt my chest caving in,
my lungs deflating,
my heart imploding on itself.

A lone tear fell from my eye as I watched the man ease my grandfather into the back of his hearse,
and drive away.

The man I loved,
was gone.

The man who told me ***** jokes,
was gone.

The man who made me a man,
was gone.

The only man who understood me,
was gone.

I made my way to my bedroom,
where I began to weep uncontrollably.

Never in my life had I felt such pain.

And never again,
will I feel a pain as powerful,
as I did the day,
my grandfather died.

When right becomes wrong,
when light turns to dark,
when my mind can't restart,
this is what I fear.

This disease eats away at me,
and makes it hard to see,
it blinds me from reality,
and leaves me to die.

I feel it seeping through my pores,
and into my blood stream.
It strangles my heart and lungs,
consumes my mind like a bad dream.

It slithers under my skin,
like barbwire snakes.
I fight to make it go away,
but it takes much more than that.

Sometimes I think I'm better off gone,
better off dead,
why stay alive?
This disease will never let me go,
it will always hold me down.

Sometimes I think it would be easier,
to be underground,
than here.
This disease is stronger than me,
and will never let me be.

But for now,
I live,
till the day comes,
that I'm strong enough to pull the trigger.

Facing the demon is easy to do,
but pulling the trigger is easier.

Our love has fallen into,
the fiery depths of hell,
and you can already tell,
our love is over,
it's up in flames.

There's no doubt that our love,
will always remain strong,
but somewhere we went wrong,
and now it's over,
our love is gone.

I saw you the other day,
sitting in the town square,
I felt there was something there,
but we ignored it,
and said goodbye.

How could we both walk away,
without a thing to say,
how could I walk away,
without saying,
I still love you.

Every second we blink is a second we miss,
a second to a minute,
a minute to a lifetime.

Every second we hate is a second with a grimace,
an ugly, twisted anger,
misdirected and ill-tempered.

There's no sense in hating when loving is easy,
see the good in the people,
the heart and the humanity.

But instead we choose not to see these,
and we invite the evil,
right into our souls.

If only we saw the potential we have,
our species misguided,
our love is unbridled,
our hearts undecided,
our minds are divided.

Love is compelling,
enough to move mountains,
till then, it stays dormant,
under rock and granite.

I fell,
into my dream.
The world around me was so small,
and I was big.

I was ******,
into a black hole.
So I swam in the lava,
it was cold.

Do I really need to be with you?
Am I just setting myself up?
Do I have a clue?

Reborn,
into a cosmic aftermath.
I laughed at the priest in the clown suit,
face painted, awfully rude.

I ask,
is there one true god?
The man in the mask answered simply,
why stop with one?

I need to know the true truth from you.
I need to know how much to love you.
What is the purpose of actions with no purpose?
They just end up ******* us all.
As we await,
my fall.

Falling,
falling,
falling,
out of space.

Out of my dream,
out of my head.
I slowly fall,
back into my bed.

The dream was just a dream.

It’s the end of the world,
and there’s nothing you can do now.
It’s the end of the world,
turn to the crowd and take a bow.
It’s the end of the world,
why are you acting like it’s a surprise?
It’s the end of the world,
you’re the creator of your own demise.

Sitting on the couch,
watching the news.
The world’s in panic,
why aren’t you?

Thinking about her,
now you regret what you said.
When you only have a few hours,
until we’re all dead.

It’s the end of the world,
and there’s nothing you can do now.
It’s the end of the world,
turn to the crowd and take a bow.
It’s the end of the world,
why are you acting like it’s a surprise?
It’s the end of the world,
you’re the creator of your own demise.

Some people spend time with family,
others go out and steal.
But you sit there alone,
thinking this can’t be real.

You wish you never said those things,
to your family and your friends.
Now you have no one to be with,
right before the end.

People in panic,
the governments corrupt.
Streets filled with panic,
the government can’t cover this up.

It’s the end of the world,
and there’s nothing you can do now.
It’s the end of the world,
turn to the crowd and take a bow.
It’s the end of the world,
why are you acting like it’s a surprise?
It’s the end of the world,
you’re the creator of your own demise.

Politicians are corrupt,
Americans have had enough,
politicians are corrupt.

Politicians are corrupt,
Americans have had enough,
politicians are corrupt.

We don't need your resolution,
we don't want your final solution,
we just need a revolution, an evolution.
We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
help ourselves.

Declare freedom upon the land,
show it's not controlled by man,
declare freedom upon the land.

Declare freedom upon the land,
show it's not controlled by man,
declare freedom upon the land.

We don't need your resolution,
we don't want your final solution,
we just need a revolution, an evolution.
We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
help ourselves.

Recognize a genocide,
show that peace is on the rise,
recognize all genocides.

Recognize a genocide,
show that peace is on the rise,
recognize all genocides.

We don't need your resolution,
we don't want your final solution,
we just need a revolution, an evolution.
We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
help ourselves.

The evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution.

The evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution,
the evolution of a revolution.

We've waited for far too long,
and watched you do so much wrong.
It's time for us to help ourselves,
time for us to save ourselves.

I thought I'd take a walk today,
down the road,
around the block.
Detach myself,
go where I feel,
not where I think.

I found myself under dimly lit street lamps,
questioning the lamps ferocity.
Man strives for evolution,
and around me it stands,
a testament to our ferocity,
our everlasting battle to be better.
Yet it feels so limp,
a dim light like a wisp of wind.
Not a raging fire,
a lions roar.

How great are we really?
Are the edifice of our time a testament to our eminence?

I stare into the window of a home.
On the television,
damnation.
A preacher and a parishioner,
absorbing the rhetoric.

One might think nothing of it,
but everything has a motive.

As I round the bend,
I think to myself an old idiom,
"the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak".
Our evolution is stalled under the impression that these edifice represent progress.
Alas, our minds remain stale.
Thousands of years of blood,
greed and deceit,
rest under dimly lit street lamps,
unseen and ignored.

I know you wanted to go out today,
so I thought of some places to go.
We could go down to the cafe,
or go see a real good show.

The park is always a nice place,
with lots of open space.
We could visit the "red light district",
but that would end with you being ******.

Or we can hangout by the canal,
just you and me,
and all of my fury friends,
at the Floating Cattery.

It's where old friendships end,
it's where new ones begin.
It's the perfect place to meet,
and it's just down the street.

It's where you'll find the cutest fur-*****,
filled with joy and glee.
They'll never leave you disappointed,
you'll always leave happy.

So if you're feeling bad,
or if you're feeling sad,
or if you just want the day to waste away,
go down to the Floating Cattery.

I remember those days when,
I just couldn't get out of bed.
But when I was with my friends,
I never wanted the day to end.

So if you're in Amsterdam,
and you're looking for something to see,
be sure that you head down,
to the Floating Cattery.

You'll always be able to find me,
down at the Floating Cattery.

I am the forgotten,
the memory,
the drifter,
the lost.

I am the stranger,
the bystander
the loser,
the tossed.

I am the deleted,
the erased.

I am the blank,
forgotten face.

I am the last breath,
you want to waste.

I am the forgotten,
and so I will remain.

Escape, sweet escape,
to a place,
far away.

A sanctuary,
far from reality,
far from pain of the life that I've been given.

Behind the door,
something more,
then this life can give me.

A beautiful garden,
of love and forgiven sin,
greets me with flush foliage and flowers in bloom.

In the garden,
my heart, once hardened,
begins to beat again.

In the garden,
my pain is pardoned,
and I feel relieved again.

Time can wear you down,
leave you broken, beat,
barely able to stand on your feet.

But when I die,
and shift to the afterlife,
I know I will find myself in the garden again.

The world is very grey today,
black and blue cars pass me by.
Sporadic dirt patches blanket the ground,
the pure white snow,
a tainted brown,
and the sky,
a cold steel grey.
The world is very grey today,
and I don't really like it this way,
so I take out my brush,
and I stroke away,
but the world stays grey.
The world is very grey today,
so I sing a song and dance.
I jig and I jive,
I'm stayin' alive!
but the world isn't feeling my prance.
The world is very grey today,
so I smile from ear to ear.
My pearly whites shine,
but I can't illuminate,
this ugly old grey,
this color I hate.
The world is very grey today,
and I'm starting to realize,
it's not always a walk in a flower filled park,
sometimes it's just a grey day.

Evil is war,
it comes at a cost.
Millions of souls,
tragically lost.

Millions of lives,
never the same.
Millions of lives,
forever changed.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Wastes our money,
and natural resources.
When we go to war,
with enemy forces.

War consumes the mind,
and will take your soul.
Like a black hole,
it swallows you whole.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Can we not see,
we have gone to far.
War is not the solution,
for all of mankind's disagreements.
No one should have to rise,
and pledge their lives,
to fighting a war.
We have to make peace!

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Destroying the ecosystem,
we ravage the land.
We take what we want,
because we are man.

It starts with one tree,
one thing leads to another.
Then the whole ******* forest,
Mother Nature, we love her.

She makes us money,
so we continue to **** her.
We take the land, her body,
and turn it to paper.

And her blood, her rich blood,
we drill deep, to the core.
No matter how much we get,
we always go back for more.

We harvest her organs,
with our metal machines.
We take what we want,
not what we need.

We are the men,
destroying our ecosystem.

We are tyrants,
but we can't live without Mother Nature.

She is so beautiful,
full of life,
she has so much to give.
But we think that means to take,
until she's *****,
till she dies.
But although we bound her,
she will always be stronger,
then you and me.

We are the harvesters.

The wind, it whispers like a choir of hags,
under the light of the moonbeams,
there lay a broken child.
In his filth, he mutters,
in his dirt, he shudders,
so quick to judge we are,
the Prodigy Son.

Crackling trees and dried up leaves,
under the light of the moonbeams,
they shelter the child.
It cannot be said,
that the everlasting dead,
can't raise the living youth,
and show them how to be alive.

Out of the furnace and into the fire,
one mans plight is another mans pleasure.
Buried beneath garbage, recycled from his head,
his undeniable will is hard to measure.

The chatter is growing louder,
among the who's and what's,
the where's and when's,
the how's and why's,
they're racing round,
throwing sand,
throwing stones,
blasting the boy,
the fears he holds,
the anger he stores,
they set the trees on fire,
the dry leaves burn ten fold,
it's a hot box,
a red hot forge,
it melts his skin and bones,
then dies as quick as it caught,
and from the ashes, the Imperfect Son is born.

Rising above the smoldering orange embers,
under the white light of the moonbeams,
there stands the Imperfect Son,
and he washes his hands with mud.

We set the standards for love too high.
Love has no standards,
no boundaries,
no prerequisites.
Love is more than an emotion,
to love is a lifestyle.
To love is not a choice.
It is an involuntary feeling.
It comes and goes as it pleases.
It can bring out the best in us,
and the worst.
Love can create,
love can destroy,
and love can ****.
We know nothing before love,
we are numb and blinded by the euphoria of false love.
It's not till you love when you realize this.
It is not till you love and lose,
that you realize,
you loved the person.
Not their eyes,
not their face,
not the memories you can't erase.
You loved the person,
the little things you didn't account for,
and you didn't care if they were perfect or not...

because they were perfect to you.

I'm a mere mortal,
a man looking for love.
And you are a goddess,
sent down from above.

I am the joker,
the jester, the fool.
Just some heartache,
trying to play it cool.

I am nobody,
no one, nothing.
Just another broken heart,
always running.

I am a peasant,
and you are a queen.
I beg for your love,
yet, I go unseen.

I wander and wait,
for the day you come by,
and take my hand,
ending my crusade,
for your love, which I desire.

Man searches for the key,
the key to immortality.
There is no key,
for this unbreakable lock.
To open the door,
the door to endless life,
is not possible.
Although,
there is one key.
Death.
Death is the key,
to immortality.

It's been five years now.
Five years flew by,
five years into thin air,
five years forever gone.

I cannot remember a time,
where I felt more anger,
hatred,
disgust.

I carry these emotions still with me to this very day,
in hope that I will someday wake up,
and no longer feel them.

Sometimes I find myself waking in the night,
calling your name,
reaching out for you,
only to feel cold sheets on the other side.

I write this to you now,
not because I am lonely,
not because I am desperate,
but because I love you.

No matter how much hatred I feel,
I always will love you.