Brigade

He waits for comfort Someone to be the rock
He looks for something To rest his head upon
He longs for another Waits for the day to come
But nothing can replace what is already done

I watched a tear fall from the eyes
Of a lion who never cries

Autumn nights can cause the moon to grow
Cloud dander drips on the petals of a dying rose
To feed the roots til the sun comes to expose
Cyclicle patterns highest highs and lowest lows

I watched a tear fall from the eyes
Of a lion who never cries
Like a flame that burns beneath the ice
A quick reminder that even the strongest die


The Lion

Honesty, hollow how it rest on the tongue
Hard to sleep. To many words left undone
Honestly, you're no good to me now
As you wipe off your face now just another day down

Couldn't fake control
til the bottom of the bottle has turned us into stone
Couldn't wait to go
So the absence of a lover leads to long and lonesome roads
couldn't wait to show
a way to cash in on my misery and earn my weight in gold
couldn't wait to go
until the bottom of the bottle has turned us into stone

It's ok i'm used to it my love
it was just a matter of time before i knew that you'd give up
it's ok i'm used to playing sucker
I was just a thrill to you and now you're looking for another
All I can see is the road and how it narrows
counting sheep I watch the blackbirds pick at scarecrows
I got in too deep but still can't imagine how
you can persist in blissful ignorance and still throw in your towel

Stone Cold Steve Awesome

Carry the weight of the world on your chest
A full heart reaped of a social context
The caterpillar sings an unusual hymn
Where does life begin and when does it end?
So you swaddle yourself from the weathering wane
In hope when you wakes feelings won’t remain
Do the scars stay with you through all of the change
As you break from your chrysalis and spreads out your wings

fly free away from me
let the color of life help you to breath
eat from the mountains drink from the sea
fly free away from me

will the wind at your back replenish your soul
See a new way of life in the eyes of control
Now the butterfly swims on an ocean of air
Still beautiful but caught in the tides of despair
From an outside perspective what they see is art
But with closer inspection you can still see the scars


Ryan Rushworth