The moon has his bad days,
and sometimes he must go away,
but look how much he shines,
even in the darkest of times.
He has scars too,
but look how bright
he is in the dusk's sunlight.
So you will shine and so you will persevere,
so you will burn like a countryside star.
You will rise again because our God is near,
even when He seems so far.

you are my Midas,
and I miss your rich touch.
the brush of our hearts golden,
painted while we collide
in a whirl of emotion
as our skins coincide.
and I miss it so much.

You,
My counterpart,
My blood,
My muse,
I was born with you,
And I will fight by your side.
I will go with you,
And I will die for you.
You are the reason my heart burns,
You are the reason my stomach churns.
For what the world does to you.
You beautiful ocean,
And you don't even realize
The world dumps garbage
Into your great sea.
You are loved.
By me, and more importantly,
You are loved by God.
He wants a relationship with you.
Don't think so?
He made you,
And Christ died
So you could belong to Him.
And I hope to be His vessel,
Here to tell you just how much you are loved.
And you are my muse,
Here for a reason you do not yet know.

Maybe it's alright
That my mind's not fine
Because the God who holds the stars
Is holding me

Maybe it's okay
My fears and doubts
Because perhaps defeating these demons
Is the beginning of my meaning

So will you still help me?
Will you stay here?
You've come down, now stand by my trench
So when I reach out a hand
Can you take it, please?

Once again, I've found myself up against a wall
I know because I've done it all before
Play pretend, I hear voices linger down the hall
I don't feel like doing this anymore
Can you hear the voice inside me?
I don't want to call you when the sun sets
I won't show you all my pieces
I refuse to give you my troubles
I neglect to let loose all my demons
Can you hear what my tongue claims?
Do you feel what I'm trying to say?
It calls you by name
Asking you to stay

I wanna make a name for myself
But this tower is not to be built
And I did not address You
So You made us a messy tooth
But God defies His own odds
Because right after he made a promise
And after hundreds of years
He proved himself honest and clear

So don’t tell me quite now
I’m okay with that rouse now
Because I found out the voucher
A discount on our amount
That prevents us from feeling
A reinvented sort of seedlings
A halfway sort of meeting
Between everything and nothing
Varying on if I feel something

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.

These new boxes are stressing me
Maybe I need to unlock my first one first
Then see where God is leading me
So many lines backed up in my mind
Should I cut ties and let them die?
Is it all just in my mind? I hope to not find
Use this dump for the bump, this lump I cup?
Rappin to uncap, tap if you’re at it

Buzzcut to cut the buzz I dose
Cut ties with the side I delight
I cut my hair so they won’t stare
Giving into the plans of the Vendetta
Take the pain of VEIN and change the name

Nigel seems to be a bit too prideful
I’m afraid he’s the champion
Of this game I’m playing in
I oblige to Nige, and in him I take pride
I try to defy the lies I buy
But with what I’ve become
I’m afriad he’s already won
And there’s nothing that can be done

Like everyone I see your smile so soft and bliss
But I know there is sadness inside you too
It lingers deep in the darkness
Emerging when you thought you made it through

You stood on what was sure to be solid ground
But you never saw the hole that was really there
Falling deeper into the world's dismal sound
You suddenly realize you were standing on air

The night is meeting it's end
This gloom has meaning for now you are free
The dawn is coming and you will stand again
You, my friend, will encourage not just me

I set out

                   for
                  a


                               noiseless
          room.
                         But then

         I remember                 the

silence

                           depresses



me.

We can all know Him, personally
And we can all speak in, verbal melody
I can’t pretend that You don’t exist
Cause I can’t resist the heaviness
I’ve been enlisted in
But I can feel Your willingness
And I want it to be me none the less

What’s the purpose of fun
When there is nothing new under the sun
What’s the purpose of music
When you can’t find a new way to use it
Is there any way to tune it now?
Now that we already know how
So I don’t understand how it’s a different sight
Because it was that way in the Bible times
But did the old modern times have such suicide heights
Or is if implicitly implied to stay alive for the light

It's not notifications on my phone that brings down my grade
It's some fascinatingly odd void that notifies my brain of ideas and passions that become necessary for me to write down or I may just explode

I wish I had known it then
The color in your cheeks
What's coursing through me red
A truth we both know well
We just don't know how to tell
The secret that we share
It teases with my head
It messes with our mouths
I'm in love with the hue

The light over my desk is still broken
I’ve been waiting for you to open
But now I only see that you’re moping
There’s something in you that’s been stolen
And I’ve been waiting for that light to hope
It’s an easy fix so when will you show it

painted boy,
with trees on his skin,
uses the drums,
to fight anxiety and win.

skeleton kid,
with eyes haunted by ghosts,
reveals lyrics he once hid,
but he still thinks more than most.

mutant kids,
our hope in our fists,
decide to stay alive,
as our dying wish.

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?

I will set my hands ablaze and let my demons come
The darkness I've gone through turns to help some
Rejoicement and fire will pour fourth from my lungs
For when the waters rise, my faith will be sung

Tower of Silence - Track 6

Verse 1
I think I just don’t recognize it
Or maybe I’m just prone to disguise it
Either way I fight it
I use to let the eyes in the dark
Creep in my conscious and part my heart
Staring up at the ceiling, hardly breathing
The fan circling, my life in loop
The weight of my demons, it’s time to regroup
Staring at the waves, but it’s just that ceiling—
Beams are the things with no balance—as far as I’m reaching
I have instances in my reality
Where I stand and hold my breath cowardly
I have a voice inside me, disguised
That says I’m a mad man and lies
I have moments that tear me down
So I fall and drown
I’m desperately pleading, my fear is screaming
But still I’m sleeping, my soul is freezing

Hook
So I would write to rid a mind of wrong
But as it turns out, the eyes would read along

Verse 2
I don’t know why
Some days I decide
I’m better off stay quiet
Lock myself in another room
As I will enter a state of gloom
I like it
I’m ignoring your eyes, I’m deserting your fight
I don’t know why, I like to make you cry
As you watch the being inside of me
Becomes the thing it doesn’t want to be
Trying your hardest to make me feel, to fill my well
Can’t I just claim that I’m being real?
I can’t just lose the voices I know so well
But I can’t just stay in that room
Otherwise I’ll think too much
In the silence, I’ll think of fears and sorrows and such
I must distract my mind with something
In fear of the thoughts the silence may bring
You have a life, come in and see
So take this pen and do as you please
But in time, please remember Me

Hook
So I would write to rid a mind of wrong
But as it turns out, the eyes would read along

Verse 3
So still I stare into the crimson eyes
My emotions hyped and the darkness vamped
And I give into the call of the neon lamps
Bruised but compelled not to say goodbye
I have a God who fights my battles
But still my head spins and rattles
I’ve developed a tendency to do my own doing
And that’s why my fears are moving
They move through the night and out of sight
But in reality my hope is never losing
I must avoid those eyes, give You the key
You are my hope and again I see
I give my life to You, do what You do
And show me what it means to believe, and follow You

Bridge
Help me breathe, help me breathe, help me breathe, help me bea-eathe
Help me breathe, help meee breathe, help me breathe, help me breathe!
Help my brea-eathe, help me breathe, help me breaaathe, help me breathe
Help me breathe.

Verse 4
I believe many people would say nighttime is not their best time
Because after nine lives our crimes are realized
But when the sun sets if upsets and regrets progress
Our interests are shown from beneath the surface, but from the surface you won’t learn this
Because my nonsense makes your contents look non-violent
So we digress beneath the mess, but putting on a mask to disguise our lies
But for me I find it’s the day
Because by the time I reach midday, my faces hides and I put on a play
In hopes the night will fade away
And then my mind will walk astray, in fear my thoughts will stay this way
But then the surface will start to decay
And then I find the truth behind, that you and I are not so different—keep that in mind
Because when the sun rises, it reveals what’s common inside us
But for some reason we hide this and put on our disguises
Honestly, it cures my insanity
It pleases me to find people like me
Because, truth be told
We are not so different—you and I
Do we all just ignore this great blue sky?
Because by the time the day reaches noon, we all know night will he here soon
Then another day will be haunted by night’s nihility
So to reach our comfortability
We hide behind our mask to please the lie
The lie we find so common inside
Thinking as if it will keep us alive
But the truth is—it’s dead, alright?

Silence can be dangerous.
The quiet gives us room to think,
where our brains aren't occupied
by the commotion of day-to-day life.
It can be violent,
when we're met face-to-face
with what's going on in our head.
It's frightening,
when our thoughts are blatantky before us.
We're not caught up in the touch-and-go
sensation that distracts our mind from
what darkness dwells behind our skull.
It's always there, just sometimes
it applied a bit more pressure that usual.
But do not fear the stillness.
Daily life can chip away at our bones
until we're left feeling drained.
And sometimes, it's only when everythings's quiet
when we realize this.
We feel lost, hopeless, empty,
and we feal this reality.
But the only way to remedy
is to emerse yourself in the silence.
Do not run from it or find a way out;
let it soak in.
This can be a time where we piece things together,
where we polarize our thoughts,
where we can find the problem.
It may be scary at first.
It can feel lonesome.
But I promise you,
if you stay in your trench,
if you dwell in this darkness,
if you keep yourself here,
eventually, you will find the problem.
I've sat in the silence,
I've found the problem,
I've climbed over my wall.
It was painful,
but with people by my side,
I've made my way out of this trench.
I am a Dreamer,
and so are you.

Dear parents,
Am I
               myself today?
I must          know
Because some days
     I can feel I am,

      But             today

                              I
                          ­        need

            You
                           to         hold
                  me
                           close,

       Because


                      I'm
        feel
                ­                     ing

                              slightly

             Unsteady

I was about to make a rap about the color orange
But then I remembered, what rhymes with orange?
I mean, what actually rhymes with it?
Sure, orange floors, orange to the core, I scorn the orange
That all works, but I suppose there’s nothing like the color orange
I don’t know, I guess I just like the in-between

this is your story
do not be ashamed
may this be the telling of your journey
let your hands open up like gates
and your fingers flow like streams
your plams, the palette on which you walk
the ground on which you scrape up paint
and you stroke your fingers
against the canvas your Creator has made
so may forests grow
and mountains be lifted
may oceans part
and the waters be stilled
by gentle kisses of reminiscence
and the introspection
of our heart's rythmic hum
all by the grace and power of God
because these poems are your story
so do not be ashamed
instead, may this be the telling of His glory

This is your story, do not be ashamed
May this be the telling of your journey
Let your hands open up like gates
And your fingers flow like streams
Your plans, the pallet on which you walk
The ground on which you paint
Brush the canvas your Creator has made
So may forests grow, and mountains be lifted
May oceans part, and waters be stilled
All by the grace and power of God
For He was with us from the clay
And stands by our side until our last day
Because these poems are your story
So do not be ashamed, do not let it cage
Instead, may this be the telling of His glory

Am I like Orpheus? Am I morphing this?
Sent to reach into death for the arrested?
Show them they are not owned?
But am I not to look behind, less overthrown?
And if so, will they be taken below?

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

From my words I want you to actually listen for something
You think how could he say this when he has everything
I feel for their pain, because I am a human being
I'll weep for the lost but won't praise any king

She told me goodnight, and I wished her sweet dreams
But I'm not going to sleep for some time
I will stay up with the addict I locked in a cage
And as I do, I promise you I'll keep safe as his words unwind
To benefit the world in some way, through pen and page

To a dreamer,
life is a dream.
To a writer,
the world is a writing.
To a lover,
their love is everything.

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?

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

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

He takes a second to step aside
He takes a moment to see his lie
And he decides to take a turn this time
But really, he doesn’t know if it’s for the worst
If it’ll be his demise, if it’s just his curse, at work

No one has really known his mind
And no one’s ever seen his eyes
And no one ever thinks behind
Not quite like he’s questioned why
But for them, it’s his own mind’s pride

He wants to close his eyes
But he can feel it in the prize
He can feel it in his tries
So will you step aside
To at least let him try

Even the ones we love the most
can be a prison to our heart.

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

I'm afraid of my voice
Of what it may sound like
I'm scared to death of what you'll think
Because it could be the death of me
I must take it slowly
Or I'll lose it

App full of sounds I don’t want
Sounds that don’t reflect my cup
I just want my cup to be dumped
See how it goes with the punt

All these people, they are real
But I'll ignore them still
All these voices, they're forreal
But do I really want to ****?
Regardless, I don't think I could have fought this
Honest, I'd be deeper down in the darkness
If it wasn't for this art
That God gave me as a start
I'm taunted by demons, but still I write these verses
But when we write, we begin to fear
At the sight of what is really here
By writing to face your demons you'll meet your purpose

Wrote a suicide note
Thought it would be fun
Forgot what I wrote
I put down the gun

God is not the one at fault
For the world’s fallen parts
Satan said I am a hostile rebel
When really the fault is the devil’s
He ought to have know he was mistaken
To mess with the kin in the making
For whenever I doubt or question
I can know God is not done with the quest I’m in

Hand me a paddle,
because you're not in this boat alone.
Your sea was once beautiful and blue,
but now rages where darkness has grown.
May I recall to you the rainbow,
that will show above these waters of emotion.
God's promise of our salvation,
and that He will not let you drown in this ocean.

Most mornings he wakes up before the sun,
to a time before the dawn has yet begun,
where he rows out to sea and throws his net,
for the moon, he doesn't sleep long,
in a world where the stars never set.

Pages in one hand and his heart in the other,
he projects words into the glistening moonlight,
poems he kept sheltered like a mother,
afraid to let her children out into the dark night,
hurling crazed words at the sway of the ocean.

He stayed up all this night fishing for the stars,
a slur to his words but the gist without falter,
unconscious this enmity and affection,
was adressed to his reflection,
his poems dead yet lively in the water.

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