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.