Londons Falling

Project America

So was it freedom
preached on the podium
or a well orchestrated outline?
Problem, promises you keep aren’t implemented,
but the people enlist.

So was it freedom
that called you to arms
or the bonus in what you had signed?
Ordered, evaluate, medicated, liberated.
Welcome to project America.

Congested drivel
prompt by the media.
Eat up the mire so we can prescribe.
Minted currency stains institutions
that filled up their banks.

So where’s your freedom?
So have they pulled the plug
because your pocketbook could not cover the fright?
Progress has ceased. Incarcerated in defeat.
Welcome to project America.

So was it freedom
that called you to arms
or the bonus in what you had signed?
Again, ordered, evaluate, medicated,
but the freedom still leaks.

It’s anxious season,
driven by demon seeds
in it’s various forms for our lives.
Terror has increased on a mission to the kill the beast.
Welcome to project America.

Die Awake

As the preachers daughter
Drowned in the waters,
Another person dies.
And the mayors wife
Sharpened a dull knife
Just to take another life.

And before he knew it,
He took a bullet,
Thought it answered all his cries.
How the story goes
We’ll never know,
But this thing i’m trying to say……

Is you’re not alone.
Desperate, there are open arms of a thousand others
Seeking peace on their own.
Reaching, always failing further,
The weak heart murmurs,
But wait there is something beyond…….

Contend for something
And finding nothing.
Demolished is the pride
Of infestation,
A life once hated,
Awake! It’s time to die

From a weighted label.
Malnourished cradle,
Never pleasant, always scared.
The glory bought,
Prevention taught
And the battle starts tonight.

And you’re not alone.
Desperate, there are open arms of a thousand others
Seeking peace on their own.
Reaching, always failing further,
The weak heart murmurs,
But wait there is something beyond……….

Long ago there was a baby, born to redeem the world.

Back in Line

So fueled by what we read and see.
Our own hate keeps the coals burning bright,
Showered rich with intimate rage and misery.
The vision we sought was the fruit of prosperity,
Has now withered and rotted from the dying tree.

Now the mist rolls away,
Feel reluctant to change.
A new horizons in the view.
Saddle up this estate.
Wipe clean the slate,
This town has nothing to offer you.

Hey daydreamer,
You can’t hang on
To the episodes that cling tight to your soul.
They’ve parted you.

Hey daydreamer,
You must let go.
Down the only road that you have ever known
In solitude.

So whatcha gonna do?

The rules invoked, provoked the charge
And the motivation deteriorated sent you back in line.
Back in line.
And never mistake the whispered psalm
Of an everyday occurrence to immunity.

Now the towel’s been thrown.
There’s no direction or control
And the fire’s growing now.
Celibacy. Passivity.
The house is burning down
And the water has run out.

Hey daydreamer,
You can’t hang on
To the episodes that cling tight to your soul.
They’ve parted you.

And hey daydreamer,
You must let go.
Down the only road that you have ever known
In solitude.

And so the winds will blow
To let us finally know.

So right now, whatcha doin? Nothing?

Shade of Grey

So get back, get away.
Did you suffer for your madness?
Did you suffer for your own delight?

What’s one more night
To frame a picture for you.
Do you really think that they were scanning me to qualify?

What’s one more day?
A shade of grey.
And everything will be alright,
But you don’t know where i will be.

Today’s yesterdays
Funeral arrangements.
Broken up engagements.

What’s one more night?
A fairy tale that binds you.
Do you really believe all their psychological alibis.

What’s one more day?
A shade of grey.
And everything will be alright,
But you don’t know where i will be.

And you’re searching for that note,
But the writing’s on the wall.
And you’re searching for that place.
The place where i would fall.
And while you’re searching baby,
Well i don’t want the world to let you down……
Cuz it always lets me down.

So get back,
Get away.
Did you suffer for your madness
Just to see if i was okay?

Equip the Saint

Pain is a kiss to inform of a loss
Or is it really losing.
Needless to say,the injury still hurts from the fall.

Say what you want and be convinced
That what you say, is what you’re thinking.
Fashion displayed. An enigma is like a disease.

Do we stand among the living
Or do you fall with the dead.
Questions searched,
The answers hide.
You’re hanging by a thread.

Hated by critics.
Eternal debates with their nowhere issues.
I can’t allow this confusion to enter me.

Pray for forgiveness.
Decisions are just a religious excuse.
Equip the saint for an honest recovery.

Do we stand among the living
Or do you fall with the dead.
Questions searched
The answers hide.
You’re hanging by a thread…Saint

The Dawning

Finally retribution,
Consume the germs,
Extradited, perilous and cynical.
Contain me, breathe me, am i in you?
Release the fools that hunger for fruit.

Well they’re disguised by the blankets of wool.
Embrace the fool.
You wouldn’t want it any other way.
Don’t look back at the life that you had left behind.
So release the fools that hunger for fruit
And finally my tears have darken the dirt.

There’s a dark and murky storm that lurks inside of all of you.
And then you have that feeling that no one wants you around.
The reason is a picture that you can’t see at all.
Dream on a picture that you can’t see at all.

There is beauty overhead.
A gracious smile and it has shined.
Invitation to heaven, is glory not far?
Problems are ill, but not fatal.

They’re disguised by the blankets of wool.
Embrace the fool.
You wouldn’t want it any other way.
Don’t look back at the life that you had left behind.
So release the fools that hunger for fruit.
Finally my tears have darken the dirt.

There’s a dark and murky storm that lurks inside of all of you.
And then you have that feeling that no one wants you around.
The reason is a picture that you can’t see at all.
Dream on a picture that you can’t see at all.

Turn another page.
I couldn’t live a lonely day.
But if you were loved, an honest state,
Would you speak to me with no restrain?

Now i’m falling to the floor.
Crawling slowly to the door.
Burden by the weights that hold my chains.
Miracles reluctantly.

How long?

Bedroom Eyes

I don’t want to believe that i’m all alone,
Well i feel alone now.
Is there any reason someone’s there?

Candy coated on the outside.
There’s a whole other world thats designed.
Catastrophic voices will prepare
Unaware.

Bedroom eyes
Are looking faintly through those blinds.
Look insanely through those eyes.

Bedroom eyes.
Sanctuary in this room,
Permanently in my tomb.

Whitened walls scream in vain.
Troubled by a polluted brain.
Old perception retreats to the deep.

Lost between space and time.
Dying to die cuz nothing really seems right.
Lamenting softly under dark skies.
So divine.

Bedroom eyes
Are looking faintly through those blinds.
Look insanely through my eyes.

Bedroom eyes.
Sanctuary in this room.
Permanently in my tomb.

Prisoner

Did i feel bad that i failed on my own?
Could it last a lifetime?
Just think of all the sacrifices.

A penny spent, a penny earned
To walk down that thin line.
Living on an imagination.

So was it bad enough?
How bad enough only waiting for you.
Was it good enough,
Never good enough?
Now i’m seeing things.

So was it fair enough?
How fair enough, only saving for you.
Was it true enough,
Never true enough!
Now i’m dreaming.

The blade was wet from the blood that spilled,
Spilled from the wristlines.
The wounds have healed, but the pain is tearing

My mind, my body, my soul.
It has got to be right,
A spirit or a manifestation.

So was it bad enough?
How bad enough only waiting for you.
Was it good enough,
Never good enough?
Now i’m seeing things.

So was it fair enough?
How fair enough, only saving for you.
Was it true enough, never true enough!
Now i’m screaming!

I dropped your hand and walked away.
Watched intoxicated flowers fade.
Like a needle in a vein,
I did it on my own.

And i feel so much discomfort, disbelief.
Is solitude just a child
Smothered in the cycles of rules and fathers doctrine?
So how long will i be a prisoner?

Shine

You want your respect?
I guess you know why the boys always stared at you,
Constantly touching you.
You thought you were pretty
Dressing dirty, mini.
Your disguise was untied.

So did he ever make you cry?
Did he ever make you feel bad?
Never saw what was inside,
Only saw what’s on the outside.

Do you really want to go back?
Do you really want to go back to him?
So vulnerable while sobbing,
It must be obsession.

So now just sit back
And think about the first time you were feeling blue.
Mother and father were through.
Couldn’t deal with these changes
So now face them,
Searching down inside.

So did he ever make you cry?
Did he ever make you feel bad?
Never saw what was inside,
Only saw what’s on the inside.

Do you really want to go back?
Do you really want to go back to him?
So vulnerable while sobbing,
It must be frustration.

The steps that you take,
They’re not easy to make
So don’t be afraid of the pain.

No more dark clouds
As the angels will sing aloud.
They’re waking up the heavens
And calling your name.

As the seasons change and years go by,
As the sun shall shine you’ll feel alive
And that little girl that was inside has gone away.

The open vault has shattered
And you breathe a great big sigh.
The final curtain has been pulled up.
You now have arrived