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.