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Infinity Makes Anything Possible

 

Out in the cold, this history unfolds on it’s own and the path isn’t show in this victory of the old

You soldier on, they sold you wrong

I can’t keep trying to keep on relying on a level of constant intensity

this shoulder’s for crying when lungs keep on sighing with penalties of the seven seas

Down on the farm, we can relax, there’s no harm

Watching rain in the yard, and the collapse of my heart

 

Meek

 

Don’t let anyone get you down except for the ghost who lives in the machine

Your only hope is to make like your running out and to ignore the reasons in between

we can be whatever we want to be, there’s no denying that

still it seems there’s reasons to disagree

there’s no denying that

I find no line to live around, an eraser is built in to me

No words will conquer this anyhow, I can write them until my fingers bleed

 

On Air

 

Troubled times are increasingly shown on a screen that’s predicting the snow, from a mouth that’s expected to hold every word that it wants to be told

The world is on, the reason’s gone, these words are wrong, this coat of arms

And the distance that is known can be draining and fading, it’s changing alone

On a station divided in time, in relation to enlightened minds, speaks a puppet of unblinking eyes on vacation in untroubled times

 

Patience Is A Virtue Worth Waiting For

 

In the deepest trenches of main street lives a widow who often will lie to defend every memory that pulls on her emotions and still makes her cry

In the tavern a soldier is fighting to a song that was written to hide the patience of the night

Down the street is a maid and she’s cleaning up the parade that has been around for a year and still continues to fear all the management holding signs this is a mysterious time that is never quite what it seems through the bitterness of this scene

In the circus an actress is stuggling to remember one of her lines, she continues to look at the ceiling while the audience whispers to hide

In the station a witness is chasing down a robber who’s stolen the news of the patience of the truth

 

The Customer Is Quite Often Wrong

 

A life beginning with a wish to never know the truth this is the story of a system that provides for you

They own the rights to every thought that ever passes through, and don’t forget to smile when you ask them what they want from you

I’ve got not time to decide who is wrong and who’s right

If you say that you’re right, and you pay, then you’re right

This is no way to know the feeling that you can know if you only let this go

 

The Mandatory Choreography of A 4 Way Intersection

 

Driven by pride a dilemma will result in a broken truth

I’ve been there by means of antenna rising up from the buried root

We are what we believe, we are what we conceive

He married a widow determined to forget what she thought she knew it turns out the widow was wanted by another who wore a suit

The time has come to forget the rules there’s no one here who can help you choose, we lose our time on a wasted fight, there is no way to know what is wrong and what is right

The trouble, it started one evening in a cottage just north of town, the owner was plotting and dreaming of a truth she could figure out

Many a person determined can result in a better way, however when pride is the culprit you can bet that it’s best to change

 

Trial And Error

 

Step one, be aware of the notion of a matter of making decisions dependent on every mistake

Step two, don’t forget who to look to when you reason is failing and wailing towards a balloning charade

This will not explain the feelings and the questions rearranged

It’s a name to call everything that’s written up on the wall

I’ve been standing here for years and wondering what the use is at all

It’s a better way to change the state of patients parading the hall

No clue will be given unto you, it’s a puzzle of purchase pretending to save those who wished to remain

Who knew this would end up as the truth, in a figure of speechless invasion directed by those on a stage

 

Unimpressed With Coincidence

 

From the colliseum that stands in Rome to the cathedrals built in Spain, the meaning of the world isn’t easy to explain I know

I’ve been nowhere one thousand times before and I keep walking through that door to the other side where mountains wage unwinnable wars

This way of living makes the giving better every time there is no reason to pretend it’s out of line

Improvisation in relation to the future of light, I’ve got no patience for the weight that hates my mind

In twenty years I’ll see my life in every changing of the tide ’cause this recollection is a vision in disguise

Across the continent we’ll dream this movie seems to have no seams, it’s a collage of colors carefully serene

 

Victims Of Advertising

 

In neon signs you see the life of what you thought was happening it’s misinterpreting

The color green will wear you down when you don’t doubt what these words mean

The critics all agree

Just find your way, ’cause you can do it if you know how, don’t delay act right now and don’t hesitate ’cause theres no reason to delay now, come on do it right now

The night will come and they cannot sleep, these thoughts of change and a new belief and the morning sun burns on empathy, it brings to life what the night believes

And condescension brings redemption to the lives of those who’ve lost it’s difficult to see how many people have been cheated and defeated yet today, it’s difficult to say

 

Won’t Be Forgotten

 

A million words cannot define the depth of space and the length of time, with eyes of gold and blood of wine, the last eclipse was out of line

With motions made in Martian minds, the good are saved but left behind, I can’t wait to change my mind, I’ve cleared my plate, I’ve done my time

Now the vault is opened wide reflections made and then confined, is it too late to paint the sky, or climb the fence to the other side?

You can’t forget them they won’t be forgotten, there’s no escaping this place

Thought you stand on mountain tops and though you try to call them, there’s no escaping this place

A bookmarked page, another line, a glass of water and turpentine, I can’t read between the lines so I behave like I’m alright

The air is cold and smells of pine, I close the window in my mind, and out the door with patience climb another rope of silk and twine

Now I am quite unrestrained, I’ve built a life despite the rain, and I can sense this sense of pain and see it through to another day