Why won't you let go of me?
I thought you told me I'm irrelevant
Ah, I endanger all you wicked schemes, don't I?

Wax catcher, shake it out!
Catch all the gunk in my head
I rather stuff you in my ears
I prefer a wax catcher rather than Scripture
Because it’s a lot more simpler
There’s not much to it, and no chance I blew it

I’m not your Savior
Although I can mistake myself to be
I’m just trying to pave in the way of, the Lord
Just a player in this game He wins in
Am I to, march in, this parade
Is it my duty, to pervade
To march in the dark, to bring sight to the light

They say it’s painless
But it’s not nameless
No, we’re not nameless, no

They ***** with your head and I’m sorry
You don’t deserve this
It wasn’t your fault, if it wasn’t your folly
You should know it

But you must know you have a Father in heaven
Someone who loves you and accepts you in
He won’t abuse your emotions
He feels your pain, and will heal your bruises, He’s rowing
You can show Him all your scars
What you may have done, and what was done to you
And He still welcomes me with open arms
And our Savior will guide you through

It’s okay to admit you’re in the storm
Don’t ignore it like before
It will always linger
But with God, death loses its stinger
That is not the love the Father wants for you
What He wants for you, is pure and true

They say it’s painless
But it’s not nameless
No, we’re not nameless, no

I’ve been covering up my wrists already
For when it’s bliss they’ll still be steady
Yeah, you heard that right, you ready?
To listen to something kinda heavy?
Heavy in my heart, I feel their part
The parts of them that don’t want to win
The kin of the devil that lives within
We were promised the law of death in Christ
So why won’t all these things die already
This weight feels too heavy for the paid price
Thrice, I tried to lie to you but now it comes through
That my roof is proof that I lose
Because it’s so low and caves with snow
That I’ve shown you it glows, but now you know
Rightfully so, I owe, it to you to blow
No, I won’t close, because what’s posed, at my nose
I know, I feel the flow, in your show, so I’ll go, I’ll row

My t’s are uncrossed and my i’s are un-dotted
I lost when I fought it but my God has just started

Will you let me know your plans tonight?
I’m willing to take the gun from your hands,
even while it’s still loaded.

As we grow older
Something tells our hearts to grow colder
So that we will walk so much slower
I could feel my temperature drop
And I doubt it will ever stop
Hell is hot for a good reason
Because my soul is freezing
I will walk down the route for a season
Then I'm afriad I don't know what I'm thinking
Sinking deep, because I'm my own shrink
Can you tell I fall asleep when I give to the blink
Please don't think

Behind each skull
there is a section of silence
Our mind will linger
to this abstruse realm
A poet's words
are derived from such a void
An addict's thoughts
will loose themselves in this vacuity
A corner constantly in the back of our head,
a room for our subconscious to dwell
But when it's blatantly before me,
I find myself blurryfaced by the obstructed view
The silence can become violent
because when I think is when the voices come out
I let myself ponder for too long
until I can no longer tell what's inside of me
But maybe during this time where I can think,
I can use the silence to my advantage
Perhaps it's possible to take captive these thoughts,
to un-slash my O's and dash my E's
Could it be possible to cut ties with the quiet
if I make it through?

I want to say, "T e l l  m e  a b o u t  t h i s  o n e;
t h e  o n e  t h a t ' s  s o  d e e p,
m a d e  b y  t h e  t o u c h  o f  y o u r  f e a r s
a n d  t h e  t e a r s  t h a t  y o u  w e e p,"  yet
I can't, can I? But I would
if you give me  the
chance.

Deep calls to deep
Feet walking to the steep
With the roar of Your waterfalls
Unlike before I’m on the tall part
All Your waves and breakers
Pavement of the Maker
Have swept over me
And met me gladly

These artists, why can’t they find it?
How come they don’t see it?
How many people feel this way?
But all these half-mooned artists
How come they still stay on it?
Heart hardened, but never departed

I must have forgot
You can't trust me
I forget I am bought
My heart will open for a moment
But then the next thing you know it
I'm lost at sea
In this ocean of emotion
I'm in a battle of what I feel
And what is real
Tie my head to a noose
But just loose enough
So I can breathe
Balancing everything equally
Then darkness won't become me

I’m even doubting my salvation
If I’ve become a new creation
He said there’s no condensation
So why am I condemned, to bend
Why am I not ridden of this sin
Is it so that I’m so concerned
About the burns and what’s learned
In order for you to be able to form
Am I working towards the kingdom
By debating about my freedom
Or is it doubt in the One that’s freed us
Is it good I worry about bleeding
Is this God’s way of freeing, me
Is it so you can see

Am I to be committed to wrestling?
Is it all just part of testing?
Am I to strive to be besting?
To be honored with the blessing
I’m oppressed and yet caressed
And God, I’m fessing
And handing it over for their resting
‘Cause I can’t do it by my messing
But You can save them by my messes!

The truth is: I can't cut ties with the silence.
It will always be there.
My mind will always be tied
to the side that's easier.
But I've found a way to fight it.

Tower of Silence - Track 11

Hook
I’ll keep on going
If you keep on showing
Yeah I’ll keep it going, for you
If you keep on showing, up to
I can’t see it no, oh oh
But if you deem is so, oh no
I will go, oh oh
I will go, oh no

Verse 1
An ode to the darkness
I owe it to who fought this
To the One who saved me
And no, it wasn’t just a daydream
I prob’ly lost a lot of me
But thanks anyways—you set me free
I won’t consider it a loss—made it out to be the dark that has lost
My mind buckles in shotty, the darkness taking over my body
I’m sorry, but I’m taking back what belongs to me
I’m taking a break from these things where I stored my emotion
It causes too much commotion
I’m putting my mind on cruise control
I’m letting the Lord above take it all
But the truth is, I can’t cut ties with the silence
The dangerous are those who face the violence
It will always be here
My mind will always tied to the side that’s easier
But I’ve found a way to fight it
Take the darkness as a weapon and light it

Chorus
There’s still silence admits the sound
Determined to wear me down
All around, I’m srround–
–ed, and pound–
–ed, into the ground
I’m hounded like those long dead
Found, now I’m grounded
And surrounded
By something far more profound

Verse 2
I started the car, but I never got that far
I stayed until the air drew thin, even then
I waited for my death, stripping myself of breath
But then my Savior opened the garage and saved me from my *******
See how you’re alive—it’s for a reason
Though you may be barely breathing
So it’s time for us to drive out and pet the Lord direct our route
Because we’re all writing suicide notes, just for the fun
But to forget what we wrote, we must first put down the gun
Please hear this—it’s okay to come before in submission
With hesitation and opposition
Chamber loaded while holding the ammunition
Because if you’re like me, your brain is bloated with floating questions
I must warn you of my condition
Could it really be anxiety and depression?
It’s a disorder I have yet to oblige
For now, for you, I’ll call it a thorn in my side
But I promise you everything will be alright
I’ll get through and I’ll be just fine
It’s a blessing I’ve come to realize
So don’t be afraid of what I feel assigned
This thorn in my side may give me some fear
But I’ve come to understand why it is here
This weakness is not something to hide behind
But a way for me to finally find
Those who are going through the same exercise
Learning with these people how to empathize
And teaching me that I must learn to consign
My thoughts and fears to let Him guide
May these sufferings be scars of my loyalty
And strengthen me in God’s sovereignty
I will endure the thoughts I face all day long
Because it is in the Father that I belong
Were it not for Him, I would have given to the grave
But in His power and goodness, I am saved

Chorus
There’s still silence admits the sound
Determined to wear me down
All around, I’m srround–
–ed, and pound–
–ed, into the ground
I’m hounded like those long dead
Found, now I’m grounded
And surrounded
By something far more profound!

Hook
I’ll keep on going
If you keep on showing
Yeah I’ll keep it going, for you
If you keep on showing, up to
I can’t see it no, oh oh
But if you deem is so, oh no
I will go, oh oh
I will go, oh no

Tower of Silence - Track 13

Verse 1
I see the canvas behind your eyes
I see the artist in disguise
I see the portrait painted so no one else will see
I see dimly lit sands and beyond a vast sea
I see your pallet—black and grey
And I see the bright colors you display
I see in your eyes the dripping color
Windows to the soul, I know
I see, you don’t trust a single other
So know, even if our eyes never meet again
This show, I hope you take it on the streets
I see, and realize you are just like me
I see, and I long to remedy

Chorus
The sun seems to fall with such gravity
Falling out of orbit as we lose our sanity
The night brings gloom as the day comes to an end
But you must know the dark is not your only friend
In this moment you must let the world turn
Keep going and shadows burn
We might not all make it but please try
We will win so find hope in what should die

Verse 2
The world gets worse, day by day
It burdens my heart, to see you this way
There’s a place for you in my soul
But that hole in you is filled with decay
You wish to place a bullet in your brain
But you’re afraid, it will just rattle around your head
I want to help you with this stain
But we will never know what’s not said
I know it’s not easy to un-bottle what’s inside
But with me and my music you don’t have to hide
I want to take it as my duty to save you
So I’ll direct you to the One who gives refuge
Do me a favor and gather your shards
Eclipse the moon and we’ll tally the stars
You raise up white flags most of these days
I was born with you so won’t you stay
So you will burn like a countryside star
For our God is not that far
They will not cast you out, they will not take you down
For in Christ, your meaning is found

Chorus
The sun seems to fall with such gravity
Falling out of orbit as we lose our sanity
The night brings gloom as the day comes to an end
But you must know the dark is not your only friend
In this moment you must let the world turn
Keep going and shadows burn
We might not all make it but please try
We will win so find hope in what should die

Verse 3
You have given your sight to the bottom
And fancy the darkness in which you swim
But notice the bliss of your abyss won’t let you in
So friend, please take your hands from over your eyes
This gloom has meaning because you are meant to be free
There’s light out the window that you must see
The night will meet it’s end, and you my friend will stand again
I once was a Heaver, just like you
And I can relate the what you’re going through
Lost in a sea of solemn blue
Slowly I found my way back to shore
But sometimes I fear I’ll end up like before
We grow stronger the more we endure
Building up for when the night brings more
It’s a question I struggle with—what’s it for?
The dark is the conflict, but hope is the driving plot
There’s peace in the storm, of this I’m sure!
So aim at me and take your shot
And I’ll show you all’s not lost
The night will haunt me again with things I’ve overcome
The dark reminds me of what I can still become
So you see, I’ve had wounds where a light is shone
But the might we can overcome when we kneel at His throne
So now I hope to row in a sea that is not my own
I want to know the valleys you are meaning
Because each of us is a human being
And the pain you feel is nothing new
No, I may not have seen your depths
But I have found my breath and now give it to you
A blot of yellow in your solemn blue

When the sun and the moon bid their goodbyes
And the monsoons will break frozen ocean-sides
And our emotions no longer change like the tides
The only thing left will be the true light
The thing we’ve seen since the beginning of time

My mind recieves mores code
Messages most don't know
Channeling things to me
Told me I'm gone but no
Information I must take slow
Is anyone capable of listening?

I got a buzzcut
It’s not exactly the same rut
It’s not suppressing dark, but
I’m still in the cell
And I think God has me dwell
So I can know everything well
I just thought I’d show
That I know
And I will go

I’ve been trying for so long to be the poet
When all I’ve wanted is to be the poem
I’ve been trying for so long to be the poet
When all I’ve wanted is to be the poem

When I show you my art,
I'm not looking for attention
When I share these poems,
it's not to seek your praise
When I let you see these things,
I don't want you to tell me it looks good
No, I don't care about that
Rather, it honestly makes me a little uncomfortable
Because of the emotion you miss,
the meaning within my 'talent'
And you don't get it
But especially if you do,
the last thing I want is for you to call me "gifted"
Am I 'gifted', to have such thoughts?
So whether you can feel for me or not,
all I'm asking you to so is get a glimpse
of what's inside my head
Don't be distracted by if it's 'good' or not
Please, make the effort to look a little deeper

thank you for lyrics that help us understand what it is we're going through, and thank you for giving us words so we know how to fight it

The most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
was a room full of mutant kids,
putting our hopes in our fists,
our souls set on fire
as we hold our hands higher.

Oh, you beautiful blue sea
Oh, you bountiful lush waters
Come into this and see
Come closer, away from the slaughters

Because in every waking moment,
                                                        w­e are all dying.
Within every sleepless day,
                                           we are losing ourselves,
bit by bit,
                                                            ­piece by piece.

My opinion--
Life's worth living
Culture says,
"Might as well."
Problem is:
It won't sell
Death's addictive
But the price to live
Is worth the pay
So I will say,
"Please stick around.
I'll have you found."

How could I have known it then,
Your half & half
White lies?
How could I have known it then,
When all I saw
Was your latte skin,
Your mocha eyes,
Your life from afar, without a flaw?

How worthy am I
That You would go and die
And trust me enough to make the eye

I’m looking back in the woods
I know that I could
I see a forest, earnest for me to go towards it
But I don’t feel drawn like a was before
Yet I know the dawn will break in retort
But I can see through the trees right now
At how I got through the wondering about
And I reflect on the previous thicket
To those first poems I has written
About not believing the fields were real
But then I experienced the glorious seal
But then again I denied the deal
And relied again on what I feel
Right now I’m going back to that metaphor
To help me again in going toward
I have been going forward all this time
But that is because of someOne divine
The line is not straight, but there’s the gate
Always there with the line drawn in the sand
So I won’t toss about like a boat without land
I am docked, even when my ship is rocked
Because I know of the final island
And I will sing to Eden
In the darkness of the highlands
Unlocking the rocky road to freedom

Have you ever noticed that at first,
you weren't really attracted to them,
but the more you got to know them,
and the more you two laughed together,
and the more you both smiled at each other,
and the more you fell in love,
the more beautiful they became,
and now they're nothing but beauty?

I probably lost a lot of me,
but thanks, anyways, for setting me free.
I've made it to be the dark that is lost,
so I won't treat it like a loss.
My mind was buckled in shotty,
but now I'm taking back what belongs to me.

I think it’s high time to die
Because I’ve been coming back to life
Just for the thrill of it
I need You to **** me
Because I’m tired of taking my own life

I don’t believe in breath as to talk
I like what you can do with chalk

I won’t drag my nails on a blackboard
Rather I’ll let it passively pour

I don’t believe in breath as to talk
I like what you can do with chalk

I know, I keep using the same old rhymes
But I'd say they get a bit more joyful every time
Some day I'll have my final draft
The true purpose of my craft
Just give me time, and you'll see
The poet I was made to be

If I didn't know better
I'd think you look a bit dead
Like a zombie with a limp
Hands held in front just for the thrill
But you're just sleepwalking
Scared of the pace of change
Afraid to fall put of formation
Talking just to say nothing
Walk with a hunch just proves nothing
I can't be the only one prone
To saying something
We stay in place
For the sake of our comfortability
But for the sake of fairness
And in the spirit of awareness
Can we try out this new point of view
Step around the corner and out of place
Give your life to something better
It's time to wake up

Sleepwalker.
                            You               beautiful
                                             sleep          er

             , concious but           not awake
                          screaming

              of
     ­                         another life.

      allowing                                yourself to be carried
                       by                blind fate

               replaced         by a parched, famished
      
         nature.
                                   death.
       a
               rootless                 man
         not
                            a living soul

one

                                   night
        we


                           will



                                                        d­ance

                     again




                     under

                                                          ­          all


        the





                                     stars

My feet dangle up off the ground
I levitate above the sound
Ever since I was young, I've been on dope
Nowadays, I use it to be my rope
Tie a noose around my head with floating feet
Still breathing, my mind will have no hold on me
Choke out the lull, my throat hung on a leash
You demons have no voice in me--capeesh?

If I fly, will it be a pie in the sky?
But I’d feel like that’d be lying
Because every day a part of us is dying
But I’m trying, because it wouldn’t feel right
To look to the sky when everything’s alright

Tame my tongue, for the lessons you want
So they will be sung, so I’ll put down my gun

I could post my second-guessing
But I rather share the blessings
And how dumb I was to doubt
As if it was up to me to work it all out

I have something to confess
Before I make another fourteen track step
Don’t look at this as me moping
Sure I may need some more soaping
For the dark about to come out my mouth
But I think it’s part of the kaleidoscopes
And I think it’s part of the steaming found
And I can’t really hold with back with a rope
I’ve given myself some time to know it more
So that it won’t be like just another eyesore

do you ever stop in your tracks,
sit,
look at the unusual,
stay there,
wait a while
for
your brain
to
finally
rest

What will I do with it?
This gift that He’s given, that’s the question
Will He approve of it?
Is this prohibited?
Will I ever stop rappin’ about all of my doubtin’?
Will I ever just step off the ledge to pledge
That I neglect the red and won’t let it fledge
I’ve taken a step but still I fear the fall
It’s hard, isn’t it, to give God your all?
Because I doubt what I saw, this vision I had
Though I felt it as a pawn, I fear that it’s bad
Is it Satan painting this contradicting friction?
Bundling me with fear, keeping me huddled here?
To another neon light—is there fire in my plight?
Honest darkness the world needs to hear?
Hand it over to God and let Him steer?

There's something about a blank
college-ruled notebook.
When I see one in the store, or even
just a page laying out on the table,
I'm enthralled.
I see opportunity, adventure, a
spark of creativty, and a mind
longing to roam free.