if it all adds up, my answer is you.

if when i die,

it's all really over,

if theres no afterlife,

or better place for me,

i think it's safe to say i did okay,

and i'll dream of you for eternity.

camping inside your mind

i think the places you used to live,

always hold some sort of energy,

you won't be able to feel anywhere else in the world.

it's that feeling of being at home,

and the familiarity even after being gone for so long

is just, amazing.

she left one day

without a kiss goodbye,

and she never came back,

and she never said why.

but i don't miss her,

that old bat out of hell.

i can't tell you how many times,

that woman almost landed me in a cell.

she was like a banshee to my nightmares,

she was like the villain to my dreams,

but i can't say there wasn't a moment,

where it all seemed too serene.

so young and stupid,

without a clue,

and no real direction,

of what's right or what to do.

but we grew up,

and we learned from the past,

and when we grew wiser,

we became free at last,

to the system we'd known,

until that fell apart,

along with nintendo,

and pogs and spin art.

real-world bound,

and coming in quick,

i miss the days

where it felt like miles,

in between each second tick.

scheduling.

so, you know what really bothers me,

why does it always seem to work out,

that you could be free every other day out of the year,

but all of the best,

and most important events

always take place on the same weekend.

it's like the most ridiculous thing ever,

and its happening time and time again.

sorry,

just needed to vent.

next order of business.

quitting smoking,

not as easy as anticipated.

but i'm doing good!

just need to make up for the lack of sleep.

also,

i miss driving really fast cars.

it's nice to be home, sometimes.

home alone in your hometown.

so i just got home,

for the first time in several weeks.

my parents are both still working,

and my younger brother is at school i guess,

he wasn't here when i woke up.

i had seriously forgotten how sweet this house was.

i've been blasting all my favorite dance jams all morning,

on this fly sound system.

i just love being back where i'm from.

that and i love dancing around my house,

with no one around to yell or make fun,

with a refrigerator full of food,

and my nice comfortable bed.

(which kind of sucks now because my pillows are at school)

i don't say it often enough,

but i really do miss being home sometimes.

i do have to say however,

i am making much more of an effort

to see those school friends down here,

rather than my old high school posse.

i'm not sure what that means.

another nice thing about being home,

every room smells amazing.

haha thats a strange thing to say,

but its all familiar,

even tho they've all been changed since i've been gone.

i love it,

the new details,

the elegance.

do yourself a favor,

listen to Daft Punk's

ALIVE

those have been my jams all morning.

pure gold.

time to do people things.

ill be back when it hits reality.

confessions of a scared teenage boy.

i can't see straight,

the lights are blue,

i am racing trains to get home to you.

switching lanes,

timing critical,

your touch tonight is only digital.

i'm missing everything i ever thought you were.

it's all a mirage,

i'm alone in my skin,

i feel the metal caving in.

get ahold of it jack,

you know where you are,

you're stupid and wasted and driving your car.

but wait you can make it,

just a couple more turns.

you'd think since you're older you'd learned.

you're in the driveway,

you're safe tonight,

and the one that you love is closer into sight.

but she won't be there,

she never is,

and inside he knows that she'll never be his.

but why not try?

she's on again,

and again she'll talk but you'll think as a friend.

and maybe we're wrong,

i mean who really knows,

it's up in the air in the way the wind blows.

no, he knows something's wrong,

but he cant quite grasp it,

and it's become his life's work to unmask it.

there's comfort in not sleeping alone.

even if it's just one time?

that'll always be the night she was mine.

but that's not right,

it can't be it,

if that really is the game then i quit.

loneliness eats away,

and the shell thickens to the outside world.

i won't let them get you.

i think you lost track of the task.

it's funny how the mind wanders...

twinkle lens.

you are my good feeling.

you are my happy thought.

you are everything i'd hoped for.

you are the birds that sing,

and the song they wrote.

you are a lullaby,

won't you be my?

now my heart fell from my sleeve to the floor.

i pray that this won't last no more.

i know we've been here once before,

but let's not make the same mistakes.

let's fall in love.

newcomer.

a year ago,

when i was the new kid on the block,

i never expected things to turn out like this.

from moving up in a massive way,

to blowing up my damn phone every single day,

we were younger it was easy,

never understood the task,

now we find ourselves stumblin'

searchin' for the past.

i used to be a new guy,

wasn't sure if any of this was alright,

now theres a new party,

new bar,

something poppin' every night.

movin' product

gotta lotta,

extra dollars to spend.

took some work to get here,

but the means justify the ends.

those kids i looked up to,

now call me a friend.

and those kids i used to buy from

wanna hop on my trend.

i fuck with sky scrapers,

rolling papers,

cloud nine

& money makers,

big parties,

mad friends,

a bunch of kegs,

it never ends.

idk what that was about.

but i mean,

its cool.

lol,

good evening.

she-devil.

there's a one of a kinder, and once i knew her well,

you know, that irresistible vixen casting a treacherous spell.

she's seductive yet quiet, with a skin just like cream,

and her smirk is what brings boys to flight in their dreams.

but she's hiding intentions, a rose thats covered in thorns,

and she's locked on your heart so you won't see her horns.

if pandora had a box, then she has a case,

that will bring on a hell-path until nowhere is safe.

so i'm cutting my sutures, & i'm losing the cast,

and leaving the women i loved in the past

to build up a wall, and cover my tracks,

in hope to guard off any future attacks.

yeah i'll be alone, but what's better to be

all by yourself or always scared about being lonely.

if you push too hard you'll crush it.

'its beauty & simplicity

convinced many thinkers.'

now i'm a man without a mission,

because i've found the answers in your eyes,

and that's made me find myself

living amongst a string of lies.

i've loved & i've lost,

and i've gained some too,

but nothing i've encountered,

could quite measure up to you.

she's the type of girl,

who drives men crazy.

its a profession, really,

& she does it best.

but those girls don't get to me,

nah i dont let 'em bring stress to me.

i mean, if they wanna caress me,

i won't budge.

but i don't lose my words,

i'm always clever with verbs,

and when it comes to choosing,

i'm the judge.

so why is my head feeling woozy,

this one sure turned into a doozy,

i don't mean to be choosy,

but you're the one.

cloud car-cus.

to me, you are like a rose bud

and i am like a bee,

and i'll buzz around your head for awhile,

but you won't ever leave with me.

you are like a mountain,

and i am like a tree,

you'll still be 'round long after,

this place has ridden itself of me.

but i wish

that we could walk together

for just a little while,

and we can talk about the planet,

and i can giggle when you smile.

because all that i want to do,

is dine alone somewhere with you,

on top some distant cloud space,

just me, the air, and your face.

and i will be

overjoyed.

and i will be

oh!-ver-joyed.

see nothing matters

and things don't make sense,

i've been spending all this time,

building up my confidence,

and i'm hoping that someday,

maybe we'll play on the same page.

but if not then i guess that there isn't much to do,

i can mope around all day,

i can stay in bed till two,

or i can make you a list of all of those things that bind me.

and maybe you'll wanna find me.

with fears of modern times.

just so you know,

if it were up to me,

i'd never be without you.

i'm glad they call it hump day.

today has been the best day ever.

it feels good just to be alive,

but i mean damn.

and i'll weigh out the fact

that our landlord flipped out on us today

for garbage that wasn't brought out to the curb,

(to be honest, there was a pile,

but it really wasn't that big of a deal)

because i just found out my regularly scheduled

Wednesday night classes have been cancelled

for the next two weeks.

now my schedule is the bomb as it is,

but wednesday is my hardest day.

i have 6 hours of class that starts at 430.

it's a late night,

and it just all around sucks.

but generally it just makes up for it

because the rest of my week kicks ass.

but thats two weeks totaling 12 hours

that now i don't have to sit through.

i have more hours off for the next two weeks

then i actually do in class.

love it.

it's amazing what makes me happy these days.

i dig that phrase,

'you'll find exactly what you're looking for,

where and when you least expect it.'

because,

i think i miiight be about to find it.

i maybe speaking too soon,

but i always do that.

so i'm having faith that this time it's it.

fingers crossed.

key vibes.

and i really love it baby

when you wear your hair all wavy,

when you dance like you was crazy,

and i can say that you my lady.

we could hop in my mercedes,

drive it to some place real shady,

and i'll show you how we like to get down.

i've had the ultimate jam

running through my head,

all day.

i just need some other players

to help me get it down.

its been a real good day thus far.

lots of moves and contacts,

lots of networking.

i love it.

oh and i also found out,

that my shitty Wednesday schedule,

6 hours of class starting at 4 o'clock,

is cancelled for two weeks.

thats 12 hours of class that i dont have to go to.

thats amazing.

the total time that ill still have to be in class for those two weeks,

will not even meet the amount of time that i have off.

thats dank.

i also met some good people over at bakwoods a.k.a. BKW.

( bakwoods )

we're setting up a rail-jam,

hopefully a festival together,

and after the preliminary meeting this morning,

i am so excited to get started.

the possibilities are endless,

and we're in a realll good spot.

like i said,

i'm in a good mood today.

feather.

the mountain is growing,

it's rising in size.

each boulder we pass,

hides another surprise.

i'm hanging on,

i won't let go,

what's on the flip side,

i hope i'll soon know.

she's gliding upwards,

i'm falling behind

but i feel something pulling me,

back to her side.

makes me want to be clean,

makes me want to stay sober,

so that i'll still see her face

long after the night's over.

oh lord don't let my feet f-f-f-fail me now.

Lifenotes v. III.

now i'm receiving supreme opposition,

to a dream that seemed so pure.

they're closing in on my position,

because now everyone's wanting more.

it's crazy how fast these days are passing,

it seems like life is just a series of

'holy shit, i can't believe its already...'

and although i seem to be giving in,

i'm trying to hold on to the moment.

but its hard to hold on,

when i keep putting things off.

i think maybe tomorrow will be the day.

i hope so.

time to grow a pair and make the move

that i've been waiting on for months.

i'm just a lonely child

whose lost in the park,

trying to find a familiar face.

i saw a lot of people that i love this weekend,

it felt good.

but i think that i need to slow things down,

spread things out.

too much going on at once,

and too little going on in between.

          and in all my travels

     you're the best i've seen.

     that sparkle in your eye,

     is the light to my dream.

    ain't no need to dress up,

     youre a goddess in jeans.

                   ^newest chorus.

it took a strange collection of events,

to teach me who i am,

and why i do some of the things i do.

this whole time,

i've just been working on myself.

construction on the foreman.

i'm just trying to be who everyone wants me to be,

without forgetting who i want to be,

and remembering what i've learned thus far along the way.

i hope i'm not screwing things up too bad.

"...i can't do everything,

             but i'd do anything for you..."

'Romeo & Juliet' by the Dire Straits

paints the picture of the love i want to live.

and with that,

i'm throwing in the towel for the evening.

i have the new thievery corporation album

to help me fall asleep tonight,

and some important things to wake up to in the morning.

fingers crossed for the next best day of my life.

just keep fluttering your eyelashes,

& i won't leave your side.

rufio & the lost boys.

I'd rather you just leave me out.

she said 'bite your tongue boy
its better to dream forever,
then to live today."
we'll never know the answers,
to the questions we can't ask,
because the meanings in the rhythm,
to the movement of the task.

purple earrings.

she knows all the wonderful colors,

that are hiding inside themselves.

she has me convinced,

has me believing in meaning.

ahhh life.

i have no words.

yet i spill.

the tablet is right in front of me and i don't know what to do with it. 

this is you, 

this is what you do. 

this is who you are. 

these are your friends, your family. 

these are the ones that mean something.

this is the life that we would all kill to be living.

if only we could live,

if only we could breathe.

we've spun so fast that i've lost all control.

green is orange,

the floor is the ceiling,

the walls are melting into the pavement,

i don't know what to do.

i keep feeling like i should know what's going on,

like i have some sort of control over all this.

but then i hit the ground running

at a million miles per hour

going nowhere

tripping over the doorway,

out of my mind.

they say they're magic, if you'd have just a taste.

so,

i think it's safe to say

that yesterday was hands down

the most ridiculous tuesday of my life.

i can't even begin to describe the thoughts that went through my head.

there were too many,

too random.

a battle between consciousness and my wandering mind.

tuesday was definitely a good idea.

have you ever felt like you had a golden touch?

watching decisions made and advice given blossom,

all your picks are winners.

and everything you thought would happen,

all you warned them about,

well it happened.

so how come

this new-found green thumb

won't soil my roots?

why do i feel

like the last kid on the lunch line?

the last one waiting at the station?

the only one who has no idea what the fuck is going on?

the prison guard's left,

and he's given you the key,

but you're still in that same old cell.

because this wall i've built up is higher than my expectations,

and so much stronger than what i have to offer.

its like all the words on the tip of your tongue,

had you finished before you'd even begun

because leaving's never as easy as being left.

just breathe in through your nose, & out through your mouth.

my word is now peace.

i tried love,

but it's too demanding.

i tried rest,

but it's too constricting.

i even tried life,

but it's hard to see the bright side of things,

with your eyes closed.

but peace,

that is what i'm looking for.

universal;

inside myself.

i've been waiting for you for years,

to come and take me away.

to bring me to a better place.

a secret garden of sorts,

where the seasons don't matter,

because romance is always blooming.

where our relationship is budding,

but we can't cut the stems.

too small to grow on its own,

but too big to start from roots again.

slow down, you're moving too fast.

sometimes i make myself sick.
i go through ridiculous twists and turns,
in disgusting patterns,
selling myself for a moment in your spot light.
i constantly search for things i don't need,
because i refuse to settle.
but i cant remain stationary when i keep finding another step up.
daily motions like tidal waves,
pushing me through wake & dream.
it never stops,
we just keep rolling.
so once you take that first false step,
once you make that one wrong move,
you trip,
       and you fall,
              and you drag.
i can't help sleeping on the wrong side of my bed at night,
i guess that makes up for lying alone.

just keep telling yourself, at least you know.

i feel like its a daily rollercoaster.
up's and downs,
on repeat.
but it never seems to go anywhere.
just back into the station,
for a pit stop,
then back on track.
and it never stops.

i make bad decisions like it's my job.

put me back to square one again,
goodbye my muse,
i shall miss you.
but it seems it's just a heartache
between one night and the next.
from one girl to another.
but it never really caught on,
never caught a good grip,
just slipped through my fingers,
like every other drop in the bucket.

where it stays quiet.

and i'll be the best lover you'll ever know,
cause i know all of those spots you go,
to hide, we'll i'll stay by your side.
and i'll battle with you into the unknown,
and we'll light the path with the strength of our glow,
you see, what we can be.
anything you want girl, anything you see,
i'll be the only lover you'll ever need.
its true, that i love you.

two old drafts i had saved.

beginnings of beginnings.

oh well, i like em.

because your giggle makes me wiggle,
its the beat inside my head,
and when you talk to me,
i feel my face turn a lighter shade of red.
i can feel my leg start shaking as you walk into the room,
and my heart it pounds inside my chest i swear listen to it boom.

Signal the Rifleman

"I can't work.
There's too many wars over seas.
There's too much creative juice in me to focus in on that…
So I'll pace around,
I'll chat with your answering machine
As my thoughts drift into the unclean
I have to take them back.
You know,
I know,
they don't know anything
about you and me and all our kind.
Reasonless,
meaningless
superiority.
Slaughtered symphonies in our mind.
This college cattle call,
Ships of a hundred herds of young and wealthy work-horse mules.
The teachers labeled all the dreamers fools.
"We're not their fucking tool!"
You and me can set them free together.
With one hand on each others,
And the other on our weaponry,
Yeah!
You and me can set them free together.
All I need is your love,
And a revolution.
And you,
They fit inside of a box.
They tie it with their proficient knots,
To keep you in the dark.
They're scared of your eyes 'cause they radiate blue,
Never ever stop dreamin’ the way you do.
The future holds a fuck you for them all!
One day someday,
I'll make it out of this
High school hell hole
Fly away.
Don't waste time being mad at everything,
Freedoms only a breath away.
Caps will fly up,
Signal the rifleman.
Drop your gown and jet right out!
The skies engulfed in our triumphant shouts,
Yeah shout it, shout it out.
You and me can set them free together.
With one hand on each others and the other on a weapon yeah!
You and me can set them free together.
All I need is your love.

Let's make love on top of broken blackboards.
I'll slide the colored chalk around your every curve.
Our bodies warm and doused in perspiration.
I'll dry your tears
With torn up college applications.
Torn up college applications
You and me can set them free together.
With one hand on each others and the other on a weapon
You and me can set them free together.
All I need is your love,
And a revolution."

-Say Anything

if you never left.

i'd give up everything i have,

and anything i'd ever own,

find a new path of direction,

and a new place to call home,

abandon all of my beliefs,

and anything i've ever known,

just to stand there by your side,

just to make sure you're not alone.

i'd fly all around the world,

just to see how you were doing,

finance big expensive trips,

to help you find what you're pursuing.

i'd give anything to you & more,

all the things that you adore.

babygirl dont close that door

you'll find what you're lookin for.

and if it came down,

i know what i'd do,

i would give up my life,

i would do anything for you.

please just don't give up,

please just don't give up,

please just don't give up,

please just don't give up.

newbies.

this is new, and i really don't know what's going to happen.

it makes that cupping sound,

as my palm collides onto my lips.

the results for this may be catastrophic,

on a quantum scale,

it's going to be huge.

brand new testing,

developmental.

as in,

you're a test dummy,

and what happens to you

will be studied for years to come.

if there's anything left to study.

half hour deep,

still alive.

the data feeds through like sliced deli meats,

one piece folding over on top of another.

its a relatively basic concept,

yet it's amazing every time. 

passing through parallel dimensions,

recreating what everyone believes,

but no one really knows for sure.

ten percent of what we know

can't figure out how to unlock the other 90.

but this was created by 'educated' people.

people who 'learn' and 'study',

apparently better than the rest of us,

so what else do they know that we don't?

and who are they?

i'm beginning to pass in and out of reality,

only i'm more on point then i've ever been.

it's like target practice with chemical imbalance,

hit or miss,

something's bound to happen.

and you can put money on that.

nothing you say will go unnoticed,

no action unimportant,

no motive unjust.

no, this is bigger than previously imagined.

revolutionary.

groundbreaking.

a turning point.

extra! extra! read all about it!

the answer is here!

right under our noses,

where it's been all along.

if everything we've ever known was about to crumble,

i don't know if it would even really bother me.

i've been making too many plans for the future,

and not enough for right now.

i feel as if i've been living not for the moment,

but for the big picture,

and that's a serious fucking problem.

if there's anything that i've learned

it's that life is but an instant,

and it can disappear at any moment.

now is the new tomorrow.

today is the day to shine.

one hour in,

still a human.

i'm beginning to like this new me.

when everythings been said.

my pillow smells just like you did.

but that don't mean i'm gunna up and run away with it.

and lately i've been feeling vile,

it seems these days im in denial.

i just don't want to accept the truth to be true.

its a dog eat dog world,

& i'm just trying not to get eaten.

every once in a while,

i start singing things in my head.

things from nowhere,

random lines & verses.

and i like to write them down.

so, these are them.

they're all over here actually.

i just like to remember things.

so let's ask god,

and find out what she thinks about it.

don't let me go,

i'm falling for you.

don't let me go now.

i've been feeling lower than usual lately,

i feel like i've been running in circles lately.

to the broken and used, i will rebuild you.

let me take you away,

we don't need this world i swear it,

we could build up a new and share it.

we could start a whole new song,

because that's where i wanna be,

someplace that you're with me.

let me take you away.

come here babygirl,

now just settle down.

i'm trying to help you,

i'm trying to fix you.

i can make you whole again,

like you've finally found that friend

who will come in and make all the pain go away,

who will come in and take you far, far away.

it's been quite the weekend.

my first event bringing in talent,

and my, my, my.

i know i've said it before,

but i love my job.

by the way. check out

http://www.teamfacelift.com

http://www.dutchlabusa.com

some of the guys i had the pleasure of working with this weekend,

and some of the funniest mother fuckers i have ever met.

cause i know what you want.

i saw you crying last night,

in the name of some other blasphemy.

"i'll miss you when you go anywhere"

for some reason, i can't shake the new Anthony Green cd.

when i first heard it,

i thought it wasn't really my style.

now I can't sleep without it.

i finally understand the name

'the medics'.

the kid was wise beyond his years.

control yourself, take only what you need from me.

so, big weekend ahead.

i feel like i've been here forever,

and the semester only started two weeks ago.

thats how home-y this place is.

i think i let myself get carried away wayyy too easily.

it's strange,

one moment it means nothing,

the next the fate of the world rests on it.

i don't know how to balance it,

and i'm through with the days of playing doctor.

genius means nothing without the right motivation.

well i'm finally motivated,

but i cant be patient enough to wait for anything.

moments are miles,

minutes are decades.

i feel like i'm losing time that just keeps coming.

and it won't stop,

but i can't remember when i started.

and i'm losing memories faster than i can make them,

and my skin is beginning to shrink,

and everything i believed in has been exposed,

and there's no more dreams,

only bills.

and i'm all out of money,

but i've got a lot to do,

so ill barter myself,

instead of bothering you.

a new life in someone else's skin.

public speaking is one of the best classes i've ever taken.

partially because of the fact that i'm not nervous talking to large groups of people,

but mainly because it allows me to bullshit about everything.

all of the speeches and intros we write and present,

can be about anything.

and they don't need to involve real facts.

and being that i love to complain about nonsense,

redirect topics of discussion

and flat out make shit up in class,

i have a lot of fun here.

:)

life is great,

i have a great weekend ahead of me,

after this class.

(out in 20 min)

and great people to relax and hang out with.

i like that.

i think that's my favorite thing about new paltz,

all of the people that surround me.

have you ever walked into a room and been confident enough that

even if you don't know everyone inside there,

you know that by the time you leave

you'll know every single one?

or at least,

they'll know you?

well thats my job.

literally, what brings home the paper.

and it gets a little crazy.

and sometimes it seems like too much to handle,

and i get nervous,

and claustrophobic,

and i shake.

and then i breathe.

i've found there's no better way to save yourself,

then to save yourself.

no pills or medications are ever going to teach you

how to live inside your own skin

and there's no one else but you

that can make you better.

i just want you to know that.

playing solo.

cause i'm better off on my own,

better off on my own.

contemplation frustration,

my look how we've grown.

motivation deflation,

so far from our home,

but we're better off on our own.

i'd rather drift this world, alone.

im not alone,

but i'm lonely.

i hate feeling like this.

like nothing else in the world,

will make up for what you dont have.

i'm like the world's oldest toddler.

just once in my life i'd like to feel,

the feeling of being obsessed with,

and all of the things that come along,

from writing your best friend a love song.

but as good as it gets,

i'm still half a man,

and nothing quite levels me out,

but something about you,

makes my one feel like two,

like you're adding the words to my shout.

runaway jetplane.

I know what I want,
and I want it now.
I'm screaming to you,
for crying out loud,
lets get out of here
and find a new crowd,
we'll drift through the sky,
get high on a cloud.
walk out the door,
but dont turn around,
hop in a car,
drive straight out of town,
well jet from this place
we wont make a sound,
and one day they'll know,
how this all went down.

defective nucleus.

I'm lonlier then ever before,
cause you don't come around no more,
all the tales of drugs and lore,
have got me sleeping less and drinking more.

speaking in tounges was never quite fun,
unless I was talking to you.
no other seems,
to have quite the same dreams,
and little else seems to matter.
if its not the one,
I'd rather none,
call me stubborn,
or whatever youd rather.
but I'd even lay by myself,
rearrange stuff on the shelf,
and fantasize about all of our chatter.

maybe I'm too scared,
because I don't know what else to feel.
it never feels this right this soon.

you're the one that I've waited for,
I won't accept a second place.
not again, not this time.
I wouldn't accept another face,
I don't want anything else to be mine.

waddup 6 hours of class until 1030 p.m.
at least I'm finishing a lot of my designs,
& writing a bit.
who said class is good for nothing?
haha.

goodnight sun, see you tomorrow.
good evening moon, shall we dance?

facelift.

i dont know if theres really many people

who can honestly say that they love everything about their job.

but im one of those people.

every single day it gets better.

finding out more and more about what were doing,

and what we could do.

its unbelievable.

i love what i do,

and i can't wait to see whats to come.

i'm really digging my weekly schedule.

i could get used to life like this.

and already today i've been super productive.

it feels good.

more updates later.

not a drop.

today I decided to take a walk down that long awaited trail.
and finally gazed into the thing that scared me most.
it doesn't seem that hard,
no reason why it took me this long to get here,
except for the fact I couldn't face the fear
that only exists inside my mind.
you're a beauty and an artist,
and I'd sell my belief's for you as my goddess.

if you ask me now
I can't tell you why I ever
thought she was better.

you hear gossip
& think its gospel,
hear a plea
& take it hostile,
and what's inside,
we won't ever really know.

and all that's left is a hollow shell,
I'm as empty as this house I've built around me.
substance is a foreign object,
in a world where nothingness prevails,
where no ones really who they're meant to be,
no one even knows who they're supposed to be.

40 is the new 20,
billions the new mill,
and the televisions telling us to stay indoors.
what have we come to?

fruitless victory.

every nights another story,

every day passes with another drowzy afternoon,

and foolish evening feelings

that will wash away by morning.

i am building up a concrete palace.

i am creating the largest atom bomb

that has ever been imagined.

i am losing myself to the things that i swore would never matter.

i am pushing and hoping and wishing.

i have given up who i was for who i thought i wanted to be.

and i become a monster,

as i exhale the smoke from my lungs.

general strike.

one by one were bringing fire,
to the streets,
to rid the liar,
of all her filthy repeats.
walking slowly,
talking fast,
those feeling lowly,
are bound to finish last.
we can't take it
raise your fists!
we won't take it
bound our wrists!
because we,
we are the children,
the children of the night
(we are, we arrre)
oh and our moves,
and our shoes
have seen a little
way too much for now.

arm yourself to the teeth
& give yourself up to god.

lately I've been feeling fine,
wasting away most of my time,
spending money and favors,
for the time of my life,
to build up a character,
that can handle the strife.