Pledge your allegiance to the noise
Hand on chest may annoy
Beaten finely to a pulse
Truth be told and not false.

Keep your time and be strict
Practice until you have it licked
Hit them where it hurts
Send them all off in a hearse.

Never stop what you do
Every day this is for you
Hands give blood until numb
For this is why we all best the drum.

you have given me
so much love
that my two arms
cannot carry it

so i have grown
stronger
to be able to
bear it all

Have you ever felt your identity shrink?
It comes and goes
Like a thief in the night

Withering away each time
Another one removes your shirt, your pants
"Shh don't stop"
It is you in this room
Alone

He is stripping you bare
He tells you you're good with your mouth
They all do
But they never listen to you speak

It's insane, how alone lonely feels. It's truly one of those feelings that can not be done justice with words. Such a deep, empty feeling. It's elongating. Hollow yet heavy.
It makes you feel like you'll never connect with another ever again, albeit perhaps fleetingly. It's a feeling that makes you believe all of the voices it brings in tow.
A feeling so tangible, you can build a cocoon around yourself with the soft but slightly damp woolen material that falls over the walls of the maze of rooms that loneliness is.
A smothering cocoon, one you don't emerge from prettier but flightier. Harder to touch. To see. Impossible to tether. One whose easily burned by the light after so much darkness. But drawn to it regardless. And thus, covered in scars.

Dishonor before death
Crazy for life
Hell will be to pay
Heaven to slay.

Last man standing
Leave your hand in
Raise your glass
Still kicking ***.

Ride like the wind
Shoot the breeze
Lie for your sins
Ace of spades wins.

I am the weight
I held you down
Kept you from flying too far
Anchoring you with gravity

But now it's over
I've been released
I am the weight no longer
I float from place to place

I need a new anchor
Pull me back down
Don't leave me to suffer
Don't leave me to drown

I wasn't made to fly
But every balloon needs a tie
I'll be your anchor
If you'll be mine

You can be my light
Complement my weight
When it becomes unbearable for me
You'll help me fly

The trees dance to your madness!*

Dancing, dancing, dancing.
Crashing, falling and collapsing.
Oh,
They dance to*  **your madness.

Floating heads
Means floating thoughts
But to many floating thoughts
Are to heavy to be floating
And heavy thoughts
Means a heavy head
It hits the ground
from where
it rised so many times before
maybe it can do it
once more