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Rewired Reasoning
Honesty is a lie, shining flashlights at the sky no one knows enough to say they’ve tried.
Kindness breeds in mice, where the motive to survive far outweighs the time they stay alive.
But that doesn’t mean that I’m a machine.
This reasoning is rewired and I feel for the wheel of life.
Chambers in the heart hold the flint to start the spark, don’t you see it’s finally getting dark.
Treading water, thin, while the vitamins kick in, if we drown we’ll die with perfect skin.
But that doesn’t mean that I’m a machine.
This reasoning is rewired and I feel for the wheel of life but I’ve lost my sight.
Existing still inspires and I feel like a broken smile, like a number dialed.

Dial Tone
If the dead of night does not exist, then nothings right, she will be missed, don’t go I need you so.
When the rain has dried, and the wind has blown your mind, god is a myth, a lie, a gift to buy.
So we breathe and walk around, then it’s underground where the silence seems so loud.
In crossword puzzle crowds, I hear them think out loud, how’s the weather now?
If your feeling down, every breath you take to drown, this is a test of sound, can you hear now?
Now I know that life is growing old, that life I’ll never know, ya I know that some things never change,
something stay the same.

When Tragedy Struck
Time is weighing down the arms of the one who’s in charge, he views his life through bars.
He pushed himself upon a swing, said he knew everything, he made himself a king.
When tragedy struck he was shit out of luck, when he missed his wrist.
Someone get in here quick he’s finally losing it look at this.
The payroll people stand around, they applaud every sound, they laugh and joke around.
A lady smokes a cigarette, and she puts down a bet, the cash she will not get.
When tragedy struck she was shit out of luck, when she missed her wrist.
Someone get in here quick, she’s finally losing it look at this.
I think I’m gonna be sick, I’m finally losing it look at this.

Something New
Today I noticed that the surface of the sun is broken into pieces, served to everyone.
I’m sure the king of kings is surely on the run
Above the fireplace a picture of a fool, who lost his mind, while time aligned itself to rule, it’s finally
getting time to do and to make due.
They remain able to remain.
Upon the splintered ceiling corpses perform where the weather is warm and the mountains are known to form.
Half buried in the valleys harboring the storm where emotion is torn and ideas are known to form.
No picture painted can allow such a view, such an image of truth, such an image of something new.

Ode To a 9-5 Line
I turn a page or two to read your mood, to cover everything that passed untrue.
and as she stays in line, she wonders will it move and as she waits in line, will anything be new.
She’s got life twists like time
She’s got life burning bright.
Just the other day the pain came through, I hopped a bus to blame the time on you.
And as he stays in line he wonders will it move.
And as he waits in line will anything be new.
He’s got life twists like time
She’s got life burning bright
It’s quite a line, ya I know, where ya goin? Well I just got off, I’m on my way home.
Ya things are fine, I don’t know, it’s getting cold and I feel like lying down in the road.
I’ve lost my mind, I’m getting old, ya I know but I feel like I have been here before.

Trying To Remember
I remember being dumb, in December with no sun, now the memory weighs a ton.
I remember wondering why, I would tie my shoelace twice, for insurance on my life.
I remember all these days, when the rain would drown the maze, this is where my memory stays.
I remember life was real, no agenda, no ordeals, now I’m turning all the wheels.
This has passed so damn fast, nothing lasts, except the task of trying, trying.

The Opposite Of Everything
Staring up at the sun again, I can still pretend nothing ever really ends.
A conversation of relevance still isn’t making sense, nothing is making any sense.
Is this reason to live or die, is this hello or bye, suddenly everything is right.
I’m not gonna hold my breath to breathe
I’m not gonna close my eyes to see
I’m not gonna disappear to be
I’m not gonna come back here to leave
I’m not gonna give them what they need.

Crosstown Demise
Half the battle is the Roman way to see
Spotlight fading on the penalty to be
I’m still waiting for the paperback to read
I’m not saying that it’s wrong to be so free, but I’m not saying that it’s right to be so free
Places in my mind downtown
Running through my mind downtown

Living Remains
I’ll never close my mind, I’ll never close my eyes, and if I knew the way, I wouldn’t sleep all day.
I look across the room and know I moved too soon.
This life is not my own, if owning means to know, I don’t know, no one is home.
I guess I still can say I only live for today, and with change living remains.
Well if I die today, a suit and tie parade, and if I go insane, a plastic cardboard game, and if I slip on
ice, with silence comes a price.

Cause and Effect
Left you in the briggs, won’t be back again, I feel so unwise, it’s all a disguise, won’t be back again,
lost them in the end.
I’ve lost my mind, my brain is out of time, the way they walk away could kill the ones who pay.

A Bit More
In the dreams of machines all the human beings climb the halls and on the ceiling wires are bleeding out their minds.
Open the door a bit more, a bit more, a bit more
Like a lake of empty shapes, people take time to gather old mistakes.
Like a road built to fold, people hold on to everything they own.

Like a car on the road, full of gold, sinking in the lake of souls.