The man with a crooked smile,
in the newspaper today,
makes my heart heavy,
and leaves me with nothing to say.

Hair wiry and tangled,
as was his mustache.
Man, he was unrecognizable almost,
if you glanced too fast.

Looked like a skeleton with skin,
so sickly and thin.
Said he was arrested for the possession,
of the drug ******.

I took a sip of my coffee,
shook my head and smiled.
I always knew the kid was wild,
my best friend from high school.

Looking up, at the man on the wall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.

A trial of nature verses man,
the destruction is getting out of hand.
Over reliance of the Amazon,
if we don't stop, it will soon be gone.

Continuous polluting of the atmosphere,
causing the world to live in fear.
This is what has become of all mankind,
we're turning into muted minds.

Looking up, at the man on the wall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.

International egos, out of control,
we need to look at the world as a whole.
The government has gained to much power,
it's time to take back what's ours.

Technology advancing far too fast,
becoming societies cast.
We're disgracing all of mankind,
preferring machine over mind.

Looking up, at the man on the wall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
waiting for the day he finally falls.

We are the man on the wall,
waiting for ourselves to fall.
Standing proudly, standing tall,
we will be the creators of our downfall.

Humanity is a monster,
in the closet,
under the bed,
in your head,
quietly lurking.

Stalking and creeping,
quietly weeping,
and selfishly eating,
away at Itself.

Meddling with everything,
everything and everything,
interjecting in so many things.

The sour taste,
in the creatures mouth,
has It spitting,
while It's grinning,
and slowly cutting Itself.

It's set to self-destruct,
erupt,
explode,
and bleed on everything.
And then,
wounded,
injured,
and bleeding,
it will crawl back into It's hole,
where it will remain,
until called upon again by Itself.

The Sun shines,
the fog blinds,
together they make,
a rainbow in the sky.

The Moon stares,
into a lake,
and wonders why,
he's a big mistake.

Why can't he be the Sun,
and light up the day.
Why can't he be the one,
to make the bad go away.

Why can't he be the light,
that brightens everyones day.
Instead he sits in the night,
wishing the Sun would go away.

The Moon glows,
the stars show,
a pattern of love,
that lights the Earth below.

To himself,
the Sun confides,
that he wishes,
he controlled the tides.

Why can't he be the Moon,
and turn darkness into light.
Why can't he be the one,
to light up the great night.

Why can't he have the grace,
of being with the stars.
Instead he sits up in space,
wishing he could take his place.

But what they both don't know is,
they need each other.
What they both don't know is,
that they are brothers.

We live in jealousy,
envying each other.
Please, just be thankful,
and happy for others.

The Sun needs the Moon,
to keep the night lit bright.
The Moon needs the Sun,
to produce his shining light.

The Sun needs the Moon,
and the Moon needs the Sun.
If they work together,
they can be one.

If they work together,
they can be one.
if they work together,
they will be one.

If we work together,
we could be one.
If we work together,
we will be one.

The night is still.
The stars shimmer silently as I gaze into the heavens.
Beauty I once saw only in your eyes,
spread out across the skies before me.

We never know when it is going to end,
it just does.
No warning,
no notice.
Just nothing.
Abrupt.

I cannot fathom what has happened here.
The realization of you being gone has struck me,
and left me dumbfounded.
And I am still left asking,
why?

Why am I so shaken by this sudden departure?
Why am I stunned, paralyzed?
Is it because you said you loved me?
Or is it because you held me,
your body warm,
skin soft,
heartbeat slow.
I honestly don't know.

It scares me to think.
Thinking, of all things,
scares me the most.
It leaves me alone,
cold,
scared.

But I can't help thinking about you,
and why you left.

Today I felt the pain,
I haven't felt in years.
And it was here to stay,
and it brought on the tears.

How could I not have seen,
the coming of the fall.
How could I not have seen,
that you would end it all.

What have I done wrong,
my dearest friend?
Can I save our love,
or is this the end?

Was my love not enough,
to keep you in my arms?
I know I ******* stuff up,
but I meant you no harm.

Please give me the chance,
I'll be all that I can.
I'll make my final stance,
and prove that I'm your man.

What have I done wrong,
my dearest friend?
Can I save our love,
or is this the end?

The patheticness of the human race has become rather unbearable to me.
Self image and personal wealth have become more popular than shows on daytime TV.

The average American consumes more ******* than their daily food intake.
Letting social networks become our main source of communication was our first mistake.

There is no escape from the sounds of the keyboards endlessly typing out our lies.
We think we are the almighty but every time we speak another one of our brain cells dies.

Look what we've become,
the sum of,
technology and TV.

The right to own a gun,
was fun till,
the gun was pointed at you and me.

Funny how we want to change the world but are not willing to change ourselves.
Blaming the presidents because there was no change and then retiring them to a dusty shelf.

"How many carats is her wedding ring?!", the guests ask, as if that's what a marriage is all about.
At the speed we are heading there is no doubt that we will soon die out.

Look what we've become,
the sum of,
technology and TV.

The right to own a gun,
was fun till,
the gun was pointed at you and me.

The silly nonsense of technology and TV have overrun our lives with dramatic balderdash.

We stare, hypnotized, into the ridiculous lives of those on our TV's.

The plastic ***** and plastic *******,
are not better than the rest.

Don't you know you look just as fake as the puppets on the strings.

You're not fooling anyone,
look as you melt in the sun.

But we do not realize their lies, we're the puppets on the strings.

The patheticness of the human race has become rather unbearable to me.
Self image and personal wealth have become more popular than shows on daytime TV.

Look what we've become,
the sum of,
technology and TV.

The right to own a gun,
was fun till,
the gun was pointed at you and me.

This broken heart,
is falling apart,
and you have no clue.
The strength that you have,
what you can do.

You have the power,
to cause me pain.
Left me broken,
never the same.

You nail me to,
your wooden cross.
Throw stones at me.
You spit in my eyes,
till I can't see.

You took what was ours,
and threw it away.
Took our love,
and put it to shame.

There was a shower,
of rain today.
It gave me the power,
to throw you away.
Throw our memories away,
throw the pain away.

I found the Realm of Happiness,
behind the Walls of Enlightenment.
But the Citizens of Woe threw me out,
and the Masons of Denial rebuilt the Wall of Enlightenment.

Now, take my hand, and we shall use the Hammers of Faith,
to destroy the now Walls of Denial.
We shall re-enter the Realm of Happiness,
vanquish the Citizens of Woe,
and establish the Temple of Forever.

If I had a millions wishes,
I'd wish every one away on you.
If I had a time machine,
I'd go back and time and tell you I love you.

There isn't a day that goes by,
where I am not thinking about you.
I spend every day and every night,
wishing that I could see you,
wishing that I could be with you,
once again.

If I could sit with you on the porch,
I surely would, one last time.
If I could share a cigarette with you,
I would if it meant you'd be by my side.

There isn't a day that goes by,
where I'm not thinking about you.
It's hard, these feelings that I fight,
I try my hardest to be strong for you,
I try my hardest, but I long for you,
to be here with me,
once again.

I miss playing cards,
and watching Discovery channel,
I miss the nights we spent alone.
Out on the front porch,
all the smoke and ***** jokes,
how I wish you would come back home.

There isn't a day that goes by,
where I am not thinking about you.
I spend every day and every night,
wishing that I could see you,
wishing that I could be with you,
once again.

There one was a day,
I didn't feel pain.
There once was a day,
I enjoyed the rain.

There once was a day,
I used to feel.
There once was a day,
you used to steal my heart.

And I don't feel anymore,
and I don't feel anymore,
I don't feel anymore...

There once was a day,
I would run for fun.
There once was a day,
I enjoyed the sun.

The once was a day,
I used to believe.
There once was a day,
you used to complete me.

And I don't feel anymore,
and I don't feel...
And I don't feel anymore,
I no longer believe.

And I don't feel anymore,
and I don't feel...
And I don't feel anymore,
I no longer believe.

I no longer believe.
I no longer believe,
in you.

Do you see that rocking chair,
rocking on the front porch?
Unsteady, creaking, rotted wood,
rocking back and forth.

Do you see that elderly man,
sitting in that rocking chair?
Fragile, old, withering away,
running his hand through his grey hair.

Do you know that elderly man,
and what he's done for our country?
Fought, killed, risked his life,
all for the "Land of the Free".

Do you feel for that elderly man,
sitting alone on his front porch?
Has no family, no wife, no kids,
no one to carry his torch.

Where did that elderly man go?
For sale sign in the front yard.
Heart attack? Seizure? No, suicide.
Looks like living got too hard.

Do you see that rocking chair,
rocking on the front porch?
Unsteady, creaking, rotted wood,
alone it rocks,
back and forth.

The room was empty, bare.
The white walls screamed nothing.
I stood in the middle of the room.
I examined the walls carefully.
They were loud.
They hurt my ears.
So I pulled out my pocket knife,
and stabbed the walls.
They let out a screech of pain.
It was deafening.
Blood oozed from the walls wounds.
I repeatedly stabbed the walls,
till they died.
Silence consumed the room.
All you could hear, was the trickle of blood drops,
splashing on the floor.
I felt accomplished.

Creaking and cracking,
shaking and rattling,
the skeleton follows.

Hanging like a shadow,
or like a dead man in the gallows,
the skeleton follows.

With a blank expression,
that's quite frankly depressing,
the skeleton follows.

Just a memory,
of what I use to be,
the skeleton follows.

It aimlessly wallows,
with a body that's hollow,
the skeleton follows.

I'm surrounded by the storm,
it rages in my heart,
it tears us both apart,
the winds whip and wail.
The broken, beaten house,
tells a triumphant tale,
of a boy that wins the girl,
but loses her to fate.
What he creates,
is his own demise,
a tumbled turned fall,
he lost it all.
No one tore the rose from his hands,
he threw it into the fire,
he watched it grow higher,
he summoned the storm.
Now he,
I,
hold on for my life,
as this storm whips and wails.

I scaled a mountain,
left much of myself along the way
in thickets and high water.
To reach the higher truth
and to see the path ahead,
and all its bountiful treasures,
I reached for the top.

When I finished my ascent
I found a Muse.
She called my name,
to which I answered,
                    "I have a long road ahead".
The Muse replied,
                    "What if the road ends here,
                                              and led you to me".

I laughed and looked to the horizon,

the rolling fields,

which were grey and bare.

Just because the climb
is insufferable and taxing,
does not mean
the summit is bountiful
and rich.
Sometimes the summit
is just the peak
of realization,
that there are many more challenges to scale.

I sit here quietly,
I have nothing to say.
Nothing to do,
just wasting away.

The world is a time bomb,
ticking away.
So I sit here silently,
and await the bang.

I sit here quietly,
and watch the TV.
Disease, killing,
and more misery.

I absorb it all,
each catastrophe.
I see politics argue,
why can't they agree?

I see commercials,
asking for money.
Help the starving children,
in other countries.

I see the *******,
"reality TV".
Nothing they do,
seems like reality to me.

I cannot tell you if this is the new world, or if this is just a phase,
but one things for sure,
we're going to hell either way.

Tax hikes and waging war,
is this what we elect them for?

*** scandals and **** pics,
the life of a twisted politic.

Controversial and persuasive adds full of ****.
Hoping that you pick them thinking their the right pick.

False words, fake promises, the key to victory.
They're just in it for the money, not you and me.

They lie,
they cheat,
they ****,
they steal,
and they will never reveal,
their real motivation,
to run our nation.

Do they want to lower taxes?
Do they want to end a war?
Do they want to stop starvation?
Or recognize a genocide?

Do they listen to the peoples cries?
Do they listen to our pleas?
No, they're just in it,
for all the money!

Tax hikes and waging war,
is this what we elect them for?

*** scandals and **** pics,
the life of a twisted politic.

Controversial and persuasive adds full of ****.
Hoping that you pick them thinking their the right pick.

False words, fake promises, the key to victory.
They're just in it for the money, not you and me.

They're liars!
Scam artist!
They are the average,
twisted politic!

Rise up,
lets rise up.
Lets fight for our rights,
for democracy!

We are the brainwashed!
We are the hypnotized!
The media is our enemy!
The media is full of lies!

Now rise!
Rise!
Rise!
Or die!

I see the stars, all around me.
They sparkle, gleam and shine.
All these stars, all around me.
I wish they were all mine.

Sitting in my floating capsule.
Floating around the massive Earth.
All this beauty, all around me,
makes me wonder what my life's worth.

In a universe so big,
we're so small.
Makes you wonder,
what's the meaning of it all?

I see the moon, shining bright,
full and large, perfect circle.
It may have a dark side,
but it's still beautiful.

Shooting through the atmosphere.
Back down to the Earth below.
Burning up as I fall to the Earth.
Gravity is my only foe.

In a universe so big,
we're so small.
Makes you wonder,
what's the meaning of it all?

Please take me home.
I want to go home.
I need to go home.

Please take me home.
I miss my home.
I miss being able to roam.

The stars,
they are,
my home.

The re-creation,
of a nation from hell.
But we only,
care about ourselves.

We cannot seem,
to unite as one.
And when we do,
it's by use of gun.

We are no stronger than,
we like to pretend we are.
We're falling apart at the seams,
the Untied States of America.

The world is looking,
for a brand new savior.
The Statue of Liberty,
needs someone to save her.

Every time we re-build,
chaos follows.
We can't correct our mistakes,
our minds are hollow.

We are no stronger than,
we like to pretend we are.
We're falling apart at the seams,
the Untied States of America.

Can we re-build?
Can we restart?
Can we re-program,
mans once great heart?

Can we unite?
Can we be one?
Or are we blind,
from looking into the sun?

We are no stronger than,
we like to pretend we are.
We're falling apart at the seams,
the Untied States of America.

The whispers.
They won't go away.
The have been haunting me,
for days.
I cannot eat.
I cannot sleep.
The whispers,
they follow me.
So one day,
I took a pencil,
and shoved it into my ear.
But the whispers,
they were still there.
So I did it again,
and I did it again,
until they went away.
When I awaken,
I was surrounded by doctors,
who were mimes.

A white man,
he made a plan,
to make a clan,
only white man.

And this white man,
he made a plan,
to rule the land,
with his white clan.

In a world of fools,
racism rules.
It's for the weak mind,
the bane of mankind.

The KKK,
that was their name,
they showed no shame,
enjoyed their game.

Enjoyed their fame,
they received for their game,
and they showed no shame,
the KKK.

In a world of fools,
racism rules.
It's for the weak mind,
the bane of mankind.

Society has gone too far,
racism is all wrong.
Society has gone too far,
racism is all wrong.

I wallow in my own misery.
The taste of defeat is bitter sweet.
I drew the wrong card,
the wrong hand,
the wrong deck.

I don't know what is who,
who is what,
where is when,
when is where.

I know absolutely nothing.

The wolves howl tonight,
a constant, soothing hymn.
If I were to die tonight,
I would be happy where I am.

Because the barrel of the gun,
which rests in my mouth,
is cool enough to numb my pain,
and powerful...

Powerful enough to end this game.

Life is a stage and we are all the over dramatic Shakespearean actors given roles that we do not want to play, so instead we try to out do all our fellow actors at all costs so we can have the leading role.

There are a few things I'll never forget,
in this short life that I'll live.
People come and people go,
so give them all the love you have to give.

Some faces will never fade away,
they'll be stained into my memory.
My mistakes taught me many lessons,
and those lessons I learned will follow me.

Give and you shall receive,
or just give because it's the right thing to do.
They say you come before anyone else,
but sometimes it's nice to put someone before you.

And when the world is putting you down,
turn that frown upside down, someone loves you.
Who exactly may be a mystery,
but that mystery is what makes this life so cool.

I lived for such a long time,
thinking I was the only one in pain.
Turns out I'm not all alone,
there are others playing the same game.

And if I could do it all over,
I'd break out of these chains and run free.
There are no boundaries to the mind,
the sky is the limit, so be who you wanna be.

This life is amazing.
This life is a beautiful thing.

The ghosts of my past,
they haunt me.
Like the thousands of voices in my head,
they cry and wail in agony.

Sometimes I falter,
under the pressure of living,
all I'm doing is giving,
every last bit of me I have to give.

I don't want to die,
but I kind of do, I guess.
It's kind of hard to tell,
when your mind's a mess.

Nightmares consume the night,
insomnia prevails.
I feel weak,
no wind in the sails.

Now I sit here,
silently,
mindlessly,
and wait for you.

This could take forever,
but I've already had to wait that long before,
so it shouldn't be that hard,
to wait that long once more.

I used to watch Thomas the Tank Engine as a child,
now it's called Thomas the Train.

I have pictures with Thomas the Tank Engine,
not Thomas the Train.

I love Thomas the Tank Engine,
not Thomas the Train.

Why did they change it to Thomas the Train?

He's a tank engine...

He's Thomas the Tank Engine.

Troubled is the soul,
put on hold.
Stuck in transition,
limbo without permission.

Broken into pieces,
shattered in fact,
fallen off track,
down the not so beaten path.

Cold in the bones,
grown weary and old.
Fragile and weak,
and quite frankly, meek.

I feel for you poor soul,
for your life has been sold.
Sold for nothing more,
than three stones, maybe four.

Or a cheap Sunday *****?
One better than the last,
one with a vicious, broken past,
one picked out of the trash.

The years go on and on and on,
on repeat, like a bad song,
and you can't help but feel blue,
trapped in transition, without a clue.

You hold on to a battered past,
like the *****, you feel like trash,
cast aside in the waiting room,
gun to your head, your life is ruined.

And all because,
you never gave enough.

Isn't life tough?

Don't put the dagger in my hand,
put it in my chest.

I would fight through fire,
I would suffer through ice,
to have you in my heart again,
to not be alone tonight.

I'd walk through hell and back,
to see your face again.
I'd **** to hold your hand,
even if it's a sin.

There is no way to tell you,
how much my love has grown.
But I can promise you,
this love won't leave this home.

I'll never give what I gave,
to anyone but you.
I'll never love like I did,
when you loved me too.

Walking through sand,
blustering winds.
Whipping my face,
I trek through tinariwen.

Seeking peace, a new life,
Tassili n'Ajjer stands in my way.
There is not much time,
sun sets on this day.

I climb,
I walk,
I sit,
I kneel,
I feel,
the sand beneath my bare feet.

My tagelmust, takatkat and akarbey,
are all I really own.
That and the camel that follows.

I feel a colder air whipping with the sand,
so I set up for the night.
I pray with all my might.

May Set calm the storms,
and Isis deliver me home,
to my new home,
my new home.

It's a cold call in the middle of the night,
you're orbiting a big yellow sun with long brown hair,
and sharp, fierce, green eyes.
Now you're being thrown from her orbit,
hurdling into a vacuum,
it's like driving without headlights.
Don't hold your breath,
you're out of her pull,
out of her grasp,
don't look back.
Just collide with other planets,
crashing and burning up with no sound,
it's a silent film.
Shedding yourself,
pieces of you crumble and break away,
as your last bits blister through the atmosphere.
Stripped down,
smooth and bare, like a newborn,
you land into the arms of a planet you can call home.

I can hear my watch ticking,
I never noticed it before.
Every thought I think keeps sticking,
on my brain, on my mind, on the walls.

It's rarely silent in this house,
but when it is, it isn't good.
Gets me thinking, freaks me out,
puts me in a terrible mood.

If I keep thinking,
I'll start sinking,
it won't take too long.
Weighted memories pull me down,
and remind me I'm not strong.

It's a cold December,
but I remember,
the days of sun and smiles,
the days we drove for miles,
but now they're gone and they're not coming back.

Because the past is the past,
and it's in the rear view mirror for a reason.
The future holds a brand new path,
and gives me something to believe in.

Trials under an unfamiliar roof,
under foam board ceiling panels,
I thought I knew love,
I knew nothing.

It's a tidal wave on unfamiliar seas,
on a boat I don't know how to captain,
I'm a stranger to the concept,
and the concept is a stranger to me.

You think you feel it,
but you would know.
You think you know,
but you don't know till she comes.
A tidal wave,
and everything before is like playground love.
She's everything and you're nothing without her.

Sometimes I feel,
like a tile on the floor.
A single tile,
and nothing more.

Dirt embedded,
in my cracks.
Covered in,
everyone's tracks.

Walked all over,
by the world.
In need of mending,
I go unheard.

So I lay here,
cemented in place.
Trapped in this life,
I can't escape.

Light crackles over muffled buzzing,
waving, smiling, gently loving,
happy faces and happy places, caught in time.

History flickering from a tiny roll,
people sitting in swimming holes,
the purest bliss and happiness, caught in time.

Young people and old ones,
sharing laughs with one another,
old age is non-existent, just this time.

And as I stare at a TV,
and watch my history play on screen
time is just a word to me.

Sometimes I wonder,
how much longer I have left.
I want to know how many years,
so I can make them my best.
No one knows their timeline,
but I want mine.

But if I never find out,
how much longer I'm alive,
I guess that's okay with me,
it's better a surprise.
I'll take each day with a smile,
cause that's all I can do,
and so can you.

I woke up,
from a dream,
rooms was cold,
and serene,
hands were numb,
eyes were young,
opened the shades,
let in the sun.

Walked outside,
looked around,
took in all,
the sights and sounds.
Man, am I,
happy to be alive,
sun shining bright,
my life has just begun.

And so I ran,
into the fields,
and I let,
my wounds heal.
An open space,
the feeling of grace,
as the wind,
brushed my face.

The world was wide,
the world was small,
before my eyes,
I saw it all.
I felt love,
and felt bold,
till one day,
I grew old.

My skin shriveled up,
and my heart,
weakly puffed,
and I stop to sit down,
and I felt,
the sights and sounds.

And then I lied down in bed,
and I rested,
my buzzing head,
and I closed my weary eyes,
and I slowly,
faded into time.

Have faith,
in what little you have left.
Have hope,
have dreams,
you are not dead yet.

Believe in time,
in patience,
in waiting.
It will surprise you,
how after all you do,
you are rewarded.

There is little to believe in on Earth,
for all we can believe in is not visible to the naked eye.
We can believe in each other,
in our fathers and mothers,
but that's about it.
The rest exists in a non-existent realm.

Now is it wrong to blindly believe in something we can't see?
Or is it noble, honorable,
to have faith in something we truly believe.

Are we fools,
for following a god?
Or are we fools,
for following nothing at all?
Or are we fools,
for questioning others faith?
Or lack thereof.
It really isn't our place.

We all dream,
we all believe,
in something.

Lose yourself in the faith that you have,
and then worry about finding your way out,
before you worry about,
others beliefs.

Can you feel,
from far away?
Travelling sound,
can't escape.

Travelling words,
twist their shape.
World on thin ice,
filled with hate.

Together we make,
united we create,
peace.

Bombs go off,
incinerate.
One bullet,
is all it takes.

One true lie,
seals our fate.
Biggest gun,
takes the cake.

Together we make,
united we create,
peace.

It echos, untamed,
the words of man,
their actions, unchanged,
their thoughts, deranged.

We know the right path,
we remember our past,
but still be choose to craft,
a future built on mistakes,
one domino is all it takes,
destroy what we create.

But together we make,
united we create,
peace.

Together we are,
united we become,
one.

We love to **** what we can't have,
every touch, every taste,
is just something we can take.

We love to take what we don't need,
all the love in the world,
is never enough for me.

If a gaping hole were to appear,
in the middle of our atmosphere,
and take me far away from here,
I'd leave in a heartbeat.

But I'm stuck down here on Earth,
stuck here questioning my worth,
while someone tells me I'm the worst,
they call this living.

But I would **** just to make you feel,
I don't care that you're happier than me.
I would take all the love you have,
just so you could feel the way I feel.

I feel afraid,
afraid to hold your hand,
because I know,
I won't be your only man.

I feel afraid,
to tell you how I feel,
because I know,
that none of this is real.

I'll put my faith in tomorrow,
knowing it won't run away.
I know I have a future,
and I know that you can't stay.

So please,
don't make me,
say go.

Don't tell me,
what we have is real.
I know how,
you really feel.

Don't tell me,
you love my laugh.
This love is false,
it will not last.

I've never been one to let in,
the people who love me most.
I've been let down too much,
to let someone in too close.

So please,
don't make me,
say go.

I don't want you to go.
I just want you to know...

I never believed in love,
until I saw you standing there,
a flower in your hair.

I can't remember,
the last time,
I spent a day not thinking,
it's been such a long time.

Spent my life thinking you were the one,
looks like I was wrong.

My wall is covered in post it notes,
words and lines written on them,
but I still can't put them together.

I'm too busy picking up the pieces,
of a broken heart, you see.

I look for pieces scattered on the floor,
but they're just too small to see.

There just too small to see.

I'm a tortured man,
seen demons and devils.
I'm a forgotten man,
ain't no room for me in heaven.

I can barely stand,
but I stand to prove I'm strong.
I drift in with the wind,
like a legend or a lone song.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

I travel the uncharted path,
dragging my skeletons along.
My skin is cracked, I can't turn back,
the road is where I belong.

I come 'cross towns once in awhile,
the people stare at my scars.
They don't know who I really am,
or that I've traveled far.

But there was this town I stopped in,
to get a drink of water.
The bartender, she gave me a glance,
I said, "honey, don't even bother."

She waltzed over, like a princess,
and asked me my name.
I smiled and let her inside,
like an animal, I was tamed.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

My demons were dead and I was free,
she released me from my chains.
But inside my heart, I can't help but feel,
an everlasting pain.

Years go by and I grow old,
but our love never ages.
We settled down in a small town,
far from hate and sin.

But in the night, I wake in pain,
skeletons surround our bed.
I see the demons in the night,
but I know they're in my head.

I think of her and of our love,
but nothing can make me forget.
I'm a sinner, a tortured man,
a man with nothing left.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

And so I walk,
the lonely road,
all alone,
a tortured soul.

And I think,
of the night,
when I killed,
the love of my life.

I stumbled upon a mess,
a blessing in disguise,
my bitter sweet demise,
in the form of a girl.

She carried on her back,
a burden so heavy,
it had her unsteady,
and ready to snap.

I took her weight and carried it,
from mountain high to valley low,
through brutal rain and knee deep snow,
till we reached an impasse.

She could no longer carry on,
unless someone took her burden,
unless someone kept to their word,
and took away the pain.

And so I did,
silenced her tortured soul,
one big bullet hole,
in the side of her head.

And it just goes to show,
with a heart as black as coal,
even the girl with a tortured soul,
can teach you how to love again.

My words cease to mean a thing,
the air is crisp and cool.
The trees that were once a flourishing green,
now look dead.

I wonder what makes them,
what makes me.
I'm brittle and rough,
like the bark on the trees.

I'm brittle and dead,
like the bark on the trees.
I'm nothing but me,
anything but free.

Quiet in my corner,
I wait for the coroner.
Quiet and dead,
and nothing else.

This is the fall of,
all of,
our nation,
a hypocrisy,
in the making,
creating,
an empire,
built on lies.

Everyone can see,
what I see,
your lying,
to your country,
and you're no leader,
you're a coward,
this is,
your final hour.

You've made an abomination,
of our once all powerful nation.
We built it up from the ground,
just for you to tear it down.

Fighting overseas for oil,
fighting on enemy soil.
Fighting for what you call "peace",
this isn't peace, and it must cease.

We must,
all must speak,
challenge,
the power.
Fight,
for the rights,
and stop,
all this evil.

In the Tree of Hypocrisy,
the roots,
of damnation,
pass on,
through us.
As hypnotized,
children say,
"In God We Trust."

A loon communes on the lake,
the lake is a tear drop on Mother Earth,
the ripples flow like glass being blown,
I am perched on my porch.
The loon cries once more,
I puff on my cigar,
the smoke shifts indecisively,
it moves much like the unchained around me,
free willed and wild.
I dream of being unchained.
My branches stretch out,
they yearn for the sun,
but heavy grey clouds hang on puppet strings.
Overcast and encumbered by responsibility,
they shroud the sun,
blanket it with regret and doubt.
I dream of being unchained.
I lower my branches and shout,
but no one hears,
my voice is chained.
The loon cries out,
it echoes unrestrained.