Skipper or Deckmate

Spin spiral,
Oh darling here we come
Floor first face,
Losing lost first place,
Sight no mission missiles missing
Target but so far away,
A missile so far gone, it's gone astray
And the crowd applauded with sirens of wails, and still we hit sea no see with torn down sails
While we watched men sink in laud, we traced with grafter,
Building up from a baseless sea farm,
We were only chasing wales,
As the journey mans journey ventured too far,
Into our waters the blades of vile and sea lorn could not face the lines anymore,
We faced the hostile with bricks worth boulders,
And placed the weight of the world on our shoulders,
Freckling skin and weathering bones left us imp and useless

Hold No/Wait (Weight) - Invisible Crawspaces and the Overheard Chaos

Where are you tonight; asks the rocking chair?
I await you, in your timeless days.
What colors we saw when we were blinded, and vague shadows we've seen since,

Where have you been:
Asked the handle on the door?
As I've been here waiting your 'turn

The sky has been blackened five times in-between our darkest days

Where have you been;
As I wanted to tell you our wait was up, our time was starting;
relapsing;
restarting...
lapsing

Where have I been;
Asked the man in the door frame?
As backwards as we noted our questions,
We quipped silently that we were never meant to be understood,
Just meant to never stand.

Pray for Yourself When the Clock Keeps Ticking

It's late and I'm early for a dose of your love,
So pray me back to sleep, oh God
How close to glory have I been brought?
I ask you to bring me to the life I need,
Anxiously I withhold saying three simple words, but it's only eight letters.

Tell me no,
As the beautiful sun you portray light,
The moon always turns its back away,
I never thought two thousand miles would become so far away,

I pray God,
Don't let me die tonight from the broken
Swear to me tomorrow will be better

The Circus Life

Note the way looker before you leave one last time,
Is the fan spinning,
Or is the ground collapsing under your feet?
What happened to our paradise?
What happened to this place we called home?
Are we empty bottles,
Crushed under the pressure of barreling circles?
In this stampede, the circus tent ruffles for the jubilation of the crowd as they see me running away
So leave me with rope and I can tie you a sinister knot, so bound by words your feet leave the surface but your heart just stays,
Where were we going when the sun rose last night?
How did the moon stop shining when the stars were still looking for place?
But it's the circus life the hopeless say they aspire for