the face of tragedy in the arms of The Machine Dreams

gouging the lives of the solitude, we go unnoticed in this field of grey. where both worlds find us here. we are stomping the innocence alive. tarnishing the world outside of our window. the grey picture of this earth is a mere glimpse of a past tense color. it will fade as we stash our eyes into the past. suffer the consequence of never leaving it up to me. taking seven names and the seven plagues in vein. ill wash these dreams away. as you see my face in your nightmares, you will wish a kiss from the light as i fade away. the breath you have spoken out of grows softer. as i escape this dull world through your eyes. your skin drys and begins to crack. it hurts you to cry. you just wished destruction could've been so much more peaceful.

Psalm 143:12

im ashamed to admit that my life has come to an end. where all of the colors of this life seem dull and hazy. faded from white to black. what time was it when i fell under? stone cold dripping with sorrow, a trace led to a corner. where all of the ghosts live. in a town built in secrecy and cold. i starve for the attention of everything being born. for the fact that this world of children were born in a prison, and most of us cant believe or even argue long enough to dream. face the nightmares from the beginning of the track, choke on my sorrows raised in the black. as the dark world covers all the floors and the lights from above begin to dimmed. see me when your there dreaming of a world wishing for something new. who were the ones that knew how to grow, from the endless tides to copy writing of all of our lies. trapping our souls from the endless waves, stealing our skin to cover a heart from a hole. remember when we were all cold? again dripping naked from the floor? starving from all attention. more and more nightmares became true. as i remember how we became so blue. the announcers that were ghosts calling from the television and radio studios. counting our paths. recreating our deaths. i saw the average person fall asleep preaching to the choir. with his last gasps of breath. no one dared to wonder how he walked so straight after that. only to be caught in a tree that hunged over the earth. shot down with all of his dreams. his blood dripped on the ground. followed be preachers, people and ones who dared to make a change. to write a story of his path and how he became so strong. all heroes eventually die, only the difference is, is that their legends remain alive. stealing from the sunrise to kill the sunset. we pray for morning and night, and dream of the next day to be bright. understand that my path is choking you till your last breath. your angered as you watch me rise above. but from the ghosts of this town that stole me from this earth. just to be buried into the ground. i rise above once more with a heart build from thorns, to make a change of this world. to dream that there is something more. the difference would only be what we spend in time. the future remains a glare. as i write this history and drown in despaire. i am a messenger sent from a place you've never seen, but you can experience a world that is true. follow the train back home, to the ROOTS of our love. dig up the old bones, breathe in the air that is here. trap yourself surrounded by our goodness, and when you think you are finally alone. come find me. ill be here waiting, all alone.

caged birds

we've had our minds fly in ways that they've all died. like birds flying through space as thoughts escape our imagination creates a world that takes us away from this place. so take a second and relax and ask yourself if what you're doing is right. that the lives you talk too are the ones you saved. from which we fall from this place. kneel down before your god in space, and wonder if its really what it takes give your life so others can fly. sometimes the weakest people are the strongest, in minded shining through the eyes of others. like glances from the sun shining through the eyes of people. as tears fall from there eyes, and drips off their cheeks that lands on the ground, watering this earth back to life. helping flowers bloom through the hard times. in suffering from wars, and painful desperation's of emotional battles burn. the thing is we all think about it, when we are all lost and gone we cut our own wings down. taking several steps away from our mind we refuse to fly. a caged butterfly dreaming of a life that was better for itself. with leaves of green wanting to start something new. but its so sad to understand. that all we have is ourselves and the world we live in reminds us of how much hate lingers into our veins. that the tears we cry arent from joy but from pain. so i kneel down and pray and i make way for this world to change. but i have sinned against myself 'cause i havnt lifted a finger, and all the words i speak are disappeared into time and fade away. like "hey he wasnt even alive long enough to stay. the air was only used to keep his body running from the pain. what does he know about change?" i know that it exists and that it doesnt take one mind to insist the this world could revolve around a beautiful bliss. so whoever it is, mr or miss superman if you could come down and give us a lift. ill give you a flower. and say congratulations we've had enough time to stop the wars. all tulips are cut and buried because no more lives will be dead tonight. and no more worries will fly through the minds. so the earth can celebrate as we water our hearts back to life, as the branches reach out and spread through our veins, will make away from this pain. to help our minds think. and relax. to stop holding onto so much going on around. and breathe in the finest air that helps you think. sometimes this earth isnt for the taking, sometimes this earth is also for the giving. all angels give us children, and i give them something that this earth misses. i may not lift a finger but i give them a gift. i say "RUN WITH IT! and be free, your a bird with wings to discover a world that god gave you. live in your mind and invite anyone you want into your paradise, leave corrupt people behind. be free, before your caged by the wrong hand. and remember my name as im buried 6 feet under sand. you will see me as im passed, but i am the ghost that watches over you. understand that i am who i am.

Anthropophobia

found in the dirt. this generation cant make up for the failure of our heart attacks. so settle down let the rain wash our blood and sins away. father, i have dedicated myself to this war. ive sold my mind to the art of battle and gave my life for you. i know nothing more but all that i needed to know. i have slain the many masses of demons and ive killed that dragon that breathed fire. my mind is fixed, but i use my body to destroy evil. its all ive ever known. but now the rain cant wash this hatred away. what grows. burns. and if im a choice for this earth, and if i grow too. i will surely burn. but ill put plagues on all of their houses, and ill take them down with me. they say armageddon will come. ill make sure its in flight and welcome it home. wars of the humans are used to help benefit the ones with power. this is something they lack. they lack the goodness of this world. this is the trick the devil has pulled. we are fighting the wrong war. our insides are rotting and in a way, we are all ready dead.

vamp

before the taste of wine she asks "have you seen me in your dreams like a nightmare?"

the silhouette as sharp as gold follows behind me, like a shadow of death trying to understand me. it mends me in all ways bringing my soul back to life. we spend most of our lives counting grains of sand.

"the holes are all buried with dead bodies" i say, "what definition did you really need?" she follows behind me in a dress all torn up and barely knit asking me "have you ever seen my face?"

and every time i step out on the street i think of new ways to cut this city up
in a world built on love and faith
i see her face appear with a question mark and make-up smeared
all dreams are coming to an end for me.

except the fact that you never really existed at all, and if you see me when i pass, keep walking, hopefully my shadow will follow you. death has an itchy touch for redemption, and ive made a pact with the moon tonight. that this city will be overrun, all soldiers will be capitalized under my will.

she asks "have you seen me in your dreams like a nightmare?" i say "yes i have but i kill you every time. im bad news baby, im corrupt minded and all filled with used motor oil. im bad news baby."

in my dreams she falls and shatters into flower peddles now, i cant seem to get these nightmares out of my head. in relation to her, i feel that i kill myself every time. this city wont last the night. burn the buildings down. mend my legs back together. bring me back to life. mend my legs back together. leave none alive.

bullets with wings

all of the butterfly wings have been cut. there no more reinforcements or prisoners. i dont know about heaven, but all angels seem to be following me. im losing it. all mind and propaganda political rights went right out the window, along with the bullet followed by her fall and all of her guns. engaged in gorilla war fare, what seemed fair was only the price to pay. so i think its time we wash our blood staines away. how far off must we stand to prevent this internal war? all magicians and scientists are watching us, testing us, provoking us. like the sewers filled with muck and our ancestores leaving us stories to follow. ill trip wire this earth with her love, and wish for a better ending. ill booby trap my life so no more pain can get at me. i dont know about heaven but im ready for war. as long as this gun is strapped to my body, its not safe to walk alone. so lets make a deal. a mans best friend. ill trample over your hate so you wont see the sight of heaven. and ill go through hell to get to you. just to choke you. then ill set it all ablaze. with real flames. ill set all of your wreck lass hate of anger ablaze. with all of your names. you will remember me. and you will send her back.

igniting a bad disease

no time to vent. understand that there is life at the end of each chest. reach out, fall out. dont steal what you have not yet earned. its so easy to take a life, just like its so easy to quit yours. think before you act something we all seemed to fail at. but what to do? half of the time i feel like im through. like this world is too much for me i cant take it please let me fail it. where is the strength in that? everyday theres 100% in me and at the end of the day i have barely enough to stay alive.

for humanity! lets see how far this can go. lets write down a passage and see which way our hearts will grow. and if we arent friends tomorrow then i understand that all things dont live to the very end. and that we all must move on with what we have. sometimes some of us are better off dead. this is a known fact, that its impossible to run out of friends. while others are with you in touch. others are with you in heart. for those who laugh and dont understand. its only because they have no heart to live. "like man its hopeless for them to continue on. i feel bad for their soul. its so corrupt and unholy. sometimes i dont think that they will follow the light or even last through the night."

in the evening when everything is calm and at ease. i notice the fact that im running out of air to breathe. what i notice more is everyone i know is moving on and grabbing a piece of this world while theres still some left. only i dont know what to grab only because i feel like im too young and too strong minded. so before you take apart the rest of this world, let me just get my point across. in the end when your world is as shiny as a star and all of your dreams come true. you will live healthy till the end of your days, and on that day when your all old and gray. you look back and think. "where has my life gone?" the part of this world that you've been stealing from will fall flat on the floor. the world of corruption that you stole from will shine through your eyes, just before they shut . and all greed from your heart will pour out of your veins onto the basement floor. your star of life will go out. for you will truly die alone. for all the greed and bones you stole.

thats a life that doesnt seem worth living for.

I,Country

we were life. how could it ever come down to this? all wars and fires rage from all sides surrounding us in. closed in all walls. we are choking on the smoke. no were to go. no where to run. how could it ever come down to this? wars became ineffective when we started killing our own kind. a dead country is a widow wishing for life again.