Lost in sight, lost in mind. 
As you stand in acquittal, can you hear my voice? 
Rest again; maintain a vital line. Ensure delay. 
Save a breath and swallow, we know good faith is not enough. 
Shut your eyes and follow, we know you can't confront alone. 
Put away your sorrow, we know there will be forever. My love. 
Decide to let it take you down, but this bond will never break; I swear. 
Can you hear me? Can you feel my love?

Page #22 (No Charge)

Some battle, some fight on. 
So glad to be in tune. 
Some ravel, some die off. 
So sad to see you go. 
Hold on, stay with me.

Page #13 (To Have; To Hold)

I can't remember the day I was born, or the first sight of a sun go-down. I don't remember much of being a child, or the time it took for life go-round. Fate was full before the swallow and it's never known otherwise. How can I live without tomorrow, when I've never had the choice? 

I've never had to light the fire of this soul inside of me. It’s too real for us to hold within our hands. I never meant to spark the fuse and break this silence that it weighs. To reel in the world that casts a shadow on itself. It’s never right to cut the cord on forbidden truths that lie beneath. Drop the act; in turn you will forget to understand. Never bite a hand that feeds, the flesh will make it bittersweet. Coming back around to state this final reprimand. 

I drank on mother's milk and learned to read and write. Football with the boys and brand name attire. I've drowned in alcohol and fallen for love. Left home for pedigree. A kiss-ass to the man. We've been around the world, 'til death did us part. 

Cut the ties, it's time to loosen these chains. 
Lose the blame, it's time to go. Loosen these chains. 

There’s no use for work, nor use for buying time. 
There’s no use for words, nor use for what's inside. 
There’s no use for retrace, nor use to hide. 
There’s no use for rebirth, nor use for life. 
There’s no use for compromise: My soul divide. Now's the time. 
A blessing of falter. Forgiveness dis tempered. Forgetting all that is gone.

(2015) Page #47-48 (Glaso)

will I burn with body on ice? 
will I bleed with water in vein? 
will I find wings to fly? 
will I breath death or life? 
to touch the flame or dodge the flame, like it fucking matters... 

your rest will come in heaven as long as you don't wait on me 
no need to get to heaven, I'm begging you to set me free 
and the rest will get to heaven as long as they don't follow me 
no need to get to heaven, just get me out of here; take me away 

I've never knelt to anyone, or anything 
I never meant your name in vain 
was holy on the Sabbath day; respect I gave 
and all my theft has been repaid 
I've never had to bring a man down 
I never have fucked around 
and envy never bothered me 
through all these lies I've only pleased

Page #66 (Sixes)

Whoever feels irrelevant has become as one with death to the living. 
Whoever claims innocent is blinded by a sun that can't be seen. 
Matters that unfold have caused a distance; and distrust for the sake of argues, we argue. 
WHO are we to run now? 
WHY are we letting them decide? 
WHERE do we find our way out? 
As we're waiting among the rising tide. 
HOW are we to feel now? 
WHEN our parallels divide. 
WHAT are we to do now? 
As we're sinking below the waterline.

Page #18 (Grin)

I've been listening to a soul steal time. 
I'm just an offering to withhold in line. 
And I know I'm no-one. 
I know now that I'm no-one. 
I know I'm no-one now. 
I've been feeling myself erode inside. 
I'm just a wondering length, too old to survive. 
These open eyes are closing down. 
Too tired to sleep through life alone. 
This gallant heart is a fairy tale grown old. 
And I know I'm no-one. 
I know now that I'm no-one. 
I know I'm no-one now. 
These aching limbs are falling down, 
with pride down through these bones. 
This rampant heart is bound to fail, its gone cold. 
We've been witness to the end take its time.

Page #32 (Morning)

Illusionary means in hopes to appear. A creature that I need to know. 
Let lost in wonder. Eyes explore you in fascination; allure. 
Imaginary scenes. A long to cohere. This creature that I need to know. 
Your scent is color. I adore you and put a ring around your nail. 
Encircled by your skin. 
I'll never another concern of the bed in which I lay. 
We'll be together. We vowed forever. 
I swore you brought creed within a name. 
Severed by a stage, I'll emit the flame.

Page #35 (An Educated Gentleman)

Catch these failing lungs. Catch time fade. 
Rest alone inside. When can I inhale? 
Minds unfold, aspirate, drift away. 
Brace the fall and gather shadows until you coerce the strength to fight it. 
Grace us all with breath to tame our fears. 

Convey the heart, frame it's pose adoring. 
Claim control. Build the wall around me. 

Every heart that you break slowly beats again. 
Every life that you take slowly lives again. 

Denial in the answer I can't avoid. 
Can you scrape up the mess I've made?

Page #27 (Surrounded By Astronauts)

There comes a time we must decide the reasons for keeping. Embrace a change; we must obtain the beacon for seeking. I am divided. Never mind; your prayers are lost and I am to lose. 
I'm meant to die; release the pressure. 
I will subside and leave behind this sham facade. 
If I am to choose I can't deny; it could be forever. 

Bring our demise, we are defiant. Our desire has died and we are the silenced. 

To chase perfection is a burden. Don't live a life of regret. 
To be revealed can't be forgotten. Don't give a lack of intent. 

We've seen the signs of our disguise, decisions concealing. 
I am indicted. These silent crimes have raised the cost. 
I am to lose and meant to die. A complete surrender. 

We all decide.

Page #54 (Chemical Drive)

All these tears to convey could wash you away. 
Are these fears condemned? Do they define you? 
Illusions play on self-surrender. 

These fading strings hold our existence unreliably. 
We're drawing lines to offer truce. 
You know you're untied to reality, with a shell of disease around you. 
You've relied on duplicity's and we let belief diffuse. 

We are the oppressors. 
[We wither away too succumbed to pray for remedy.] 
We are the aggressors. 
[We're destined to fade, the choices are made, inevitability.] 
We are the pressure. 

These hostile views imply resistance undeniably. 
A weighted stance to counter truth. 
You know I'm confined in your scrutiny, when a shell of disease surrounds you. I'm resigned to normalitys, when I try to seek abuse. 

I'm feeble and unable to fracture your shell.

A Light Within