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Into The Sun

Full of doubt, I can hardly tell the difference now, who has won

It’s about the confusion in the messages now, who has won

I feel like nothing’s changing, there’s just more aggravation

Cover your eyes to block the sun

You buy your way to freedom, the reasons, you don’t need them

This world is what you have become

In a crowd, I can feel the herd mentality now, who has won

It’s allowed to believe your need is everything, now who has won

 

It’s A Fine Line

In every open mind, exists a meditative side to see if memory survives

A building built so how, that leaving from it’s height tonight would make everything alright

But so many have lied, and turned left to right, they wear a disguise tonight

It’s a fine line, compromise, it’s a culture borderline, in a room of dynamite

Education is built on lines, while a nation is hypnotized in a room of dynamite

From stages and from lines, this confusion is designed to better occupy our minds

To be a friend to time, you’re better off closing your eyes, a life of medicated crime

Cause diseases of the mind are cured by buying what you like, it’s like your ignorance is mine

 

Retrospectively Speaking

Life won’t change for us, no it keeps on moving slowy down the line, down the line

At a distant crossroads, the weather sending us all kinds of signs, down the line

But the reasons don’t change, no the reasons don’t change at all, at all

Remember you said you’d be okay, well that was ten years ago today,

Remember you said you’d be alright, well that was a decade ago tonight

In a make shift rowboat, the current takes us swiftly down the line, down the line

A rescue mission with blindfolds, a better way to keep this hope alive, down the line

 

Between Guilt and Relief

I changed my mind, I’m ready to leave, the circus thrives on a lack of belief

Where I go, I can’t conceive, I’ll never know what was destined to be

The sunshine brings me down all night

I can see one hundred people like me, one thousand people like me, they’re always walking the streets

In between the thought of guilt and relief, exists a will to believe, it’s always walking the streets

I wrote a note, and it was written with greed, when I spoke, I struggled to breathe

If I show what was never believed, how do I know what is in it for me

 

Somewhere A Light Has Gone Out

The coldest courtyard in the east, where gravity is a disease

There’s a road to a boat made of plastic ambition and gold

Someone is tearing you down, somewhere a light has gone out I know

The will of every entity, brings forth an echoed melody

There’s a pain in the side of the liar who’s living to die

Someone is tearing me down, somewhere a light has gone out I know

There’s no relief from what I see

From what I see, there’s no relief

This furnace feeds on misery, it’s burning every memory

It’s a careful decision dictated by vision and soul

Someone is tearing you down, somewhere a light has gone out I know

You think in circles on the beach, the wind is winding in the streets

It’s an old animation of marching performers I’m told

Someone is tearing me down, somewhere a light has gone out

There’s no relief from what I’ve seen

From what I’ve seen, there’s no relief

 

On Your Mind

The here and the now contains the doubt

Of what is allowed in a moral drought

Everyone knows the rain is dropped to induce the pain

There’s no survival, it’s just time and it’s on your mind

You’ll be forever, all the time, and it’s on your mind

For what it’s worth, there’s a thought for sale

A conditional worst, and a chance to fail

Everyone knows the pain, is used to induce the rain

 

Indentifying Interpretation

Cut down, picked up and kicked out, cornered in this sound, it’s bound to get better eventually

So cold, the sound of scanning bar codes, so empty and so hollow, I don’t know which exit to believe

There’s nothing that I’d rather do, than live a life of being true, a conversation with a mirror in a tomb

And when the curtain has been pulled I’ll the know the strength of the unknown

The meaning of the words are the way in which they’re told

Time isn’t ours, it’s extinguishing the stars, in a race to erase the place we think we are

I’ve got no way of knowing what is unfolding, it seems like this was meant to be

Stand still, break down, it’s your will, you’re climbing up the last hill

There’s millions of reasons to believe

 

Brought Up To Be Put Down

In a better collision, the actors act in time

In a doorway vision, the differences align

There’s no need for an ambulance now

The crowd is still alive

The only way to feed the living, is to analyze their minds

You born and you were raised in a graveyard, in a place you can’t escape

And it’s a way to remember every feeling you’ve erased

In a minute of wishing, they’ll vacate every lie

They’ll give you no permission, it’s a devil’s compromise

We can talk in every tongue now, a future in our minds

The lessons are forgotten somehow, and no one knows quite why

 

Never Ceases To Remain Unchanged

I crossed the street in a rage, I cursed the thunder and rain, and still the memory remains

It’s like a light, that is reflected in a strange way, it seems expected, every story never ceases to remain unchanged

The wind, the wind is given to change, your cautionary mistakes ache like a freight train pain

It’s like a light that is reflected in a strange way, it seems expected, every story never ceases to remain unchanged

It’s been expected and it has arrived, this feeling can not be defined

I crossed a river and lake, I cursed the labels and names and still the memory remains

It’s like a light that is reflected in a strange way, it seems expected, every story never ceases to remain unchanged

The sea, the sea is given to waves, it’s cautionary escapes ache like a freight train pain

It’s like a light that is reflected in a strange way, it seems expected, every story never ceases to remain unchanged

 

The Inconsistent System

Explosions underground, and I’m living off of sounds

It’s a system incomplete, like a wounded enemy

There’s no order to maintain, when dishonesty remains

Don’t give up, don’t give up

We will stand alone, we are not what they own

We will walk away, we don’t hear the words they say

Shout it from the clouds, of this book I have my doubts

On it’s pages I can read of created tragedy

Well the author writes the words, but the reader builds the herds

Don’t give up, don’t give up