1. Exploiting The Human Opportunity
Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the
less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I guess
it's proclaimed to be over the representation of time on paper. Pen strokes
mark away and with every letter, a new birth. You will see it again, it
leaves a mark on your mind. Pictures say a thousand words. We can tell
stories without saying a single word, yet only to a true perception however,
can this be felt. I always see things that disturb me, but I would rather
see that than nothing.
2. Dawn Of Dark Skies
In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist spread amongst the air, colored
leaves die and then abandon their origin. Flowerless aroma and roots with no
chance, earth wisked away by winds of ignorance. A portrait of blindness we
all possess, and then the all important clock begins to laugh in all our
faces. In the past, not a thought to the future on a sphere that's four
billion years old, the sun will burn everything and then it'll go cold, we
the people will burn to the bone, death ridden corpse will now mark our home.
Boiled seas will abandon shores. Think where we'll be if we don't try to act,
the world will go back to it's origin.
4. Screened In
Split between choiced, you bleach your thoughts with stories of false
prophecy. Unorthodox methods of self religion, decayed and edge-burned
portraits of mythological entities, a made up story to present the rules we
should live by. If religion is the cure for to blindsight, come now and give
me vision, for right now I cannot see.
6. White Walls Reap Black Figures
A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with the author's
blood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen years on
auto-pilot...will drive someone's impulse. decapitated dolls. Arson on action
figures. So told, not acceptable acts. They figured if hope was twisted
within a straitjacket, it would be the perfect solution to prevent so called
mishaps. The worls seemed so colorless. White walls masquerade the surface of
punishment (and rehabilitation) I can't grip the burden of shadows. I hope
you die! The corners of blended pasts, uninformed to their futures. The final
solution is to let me deal. Let's see you grip the burden of shadows. Let's
see you grip the burden of shadows. The burden of shadows.
7. Pretty Noise
One out of a million, they don't see me. I am to this world as a raindrop is
to your forehead. Suppressed only by myself. I need to let me out, out of the
sky falling. Time and mind seperated only by night and day. They all seem the
same to me, no matter what anyone might say, I will never what I want,
free, like addiction I must come back to this. Endless loops of creativity,
creatively sitting alone.
