Lost

Glued open eyes, with blacked out torches
Falling to the ground,
The lake awaited our tendency to not comprehend when to stop

We kept spinning, like a spider feeding it's last meal,
Still can't find our way to the top

I'm no mountain, I'm just an anthill, constructed by hard work,
Keep your guesses coming
Even if we are falling apart,
I'll be happier now than I would've been before

Continuing to consume this courage,
Nobody there to hear me say I love you,
Keep building these walls like a drone,
Soon I will find my way back home

Swim in the consumption of fear,
Pages don't stop turning
Even if you're lost, the end will catch up with you as the book closes

Heels For Ankles

I'm run down like the walls holding me back
These cages or boxes
Can't hold back the inner child I see coming forth,
So with hand prints at your ankles,
Hold on to dear life,
Because the dead will keep tugging onto your heels

Crowd begging for more,
Little do they know -
The shows been long over
Mirrors keep us screaming
After all is spilled, we short circuit
Malfunctioning is our only commitment in a new type of reality

I'm run down like the white padding
These boxes cannot contain my voice,
As these shadowless walls won't be my last purgatory,
The cynical men in black dresses don't understand
How persistent the dead can be when trying to recapture the livings soul
You can call it what you want,
But the depths of these nightmares won't bring back sanity

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Like a fish out of water
You're watching me take my last breaths,
Cutting me off the trick that you played on me
Leading me on, only to discover you were my impending doom

So let me free; I'm in this world where I can barely breathe,
My veins are shrinking away
To be consumed,
My heart was all you wanted
So now you have it, eat it up carefully
It's been poisoned by all the fish in the sea

So you cast me out?
Did I feel as satisfied as I did in the water below you?

So what have I been robbed of?
As I barely had a thing before,
I knew it was you when I walked in without a door
And saw that everything I once loved was gone

Pulling the Trigger

Whatever happened to the lines we drew at the beginning of battle?
When the guns are pulled we turned our backs and keep on walking
So you say, I'd rather be scared than dead
Somebody save me now

For all the days spent
I was looking down the barrel of those guns
These words we say,
Forever shooting for dreams

Well keep singing your crazy love songs
In pacing you out
They call me a heavy dreamer but
My nightmares don't compare to reality

Whatever happened to sublimity?
The holsters keep holding the bullets in place
But my heart ain't racing
It's not holding any pace

Well if I keep the barrel pointing your way,
I'm sure I will figure out the problems someday
So pulling the trigger might be the scariest part
When my own death is on my own heart