bliss

you're the mountian top
you're the peak.
but you're a bore tonight.
am i free now?

put me in the mirror
you put infront of you,
and get me a girl
to kill your guilt.

im high, and im glad.
you were ashamed.
i stood up, eveready
to go down; vain.

i've never seen music draw your face,
like the flute does now.
im sorry i lied.
you are beautiful.

can't forgive, neither forget.
can't live, neither perish.
played along the play
'a life consumed by slow decay'.

paa paa pa pa (on repeat)

I saw her and raised an eyebrow
she did the same
and she smiled
that's when i left my life in her rented apartment.
Now i listen to music
its all hilarious
a bad joke, so bad its funny
its all too goddamn funny

Thank you for the show.
No one's been happier than I.

falling off the map

turn a corner,

end up in the crimson alley of the eye.

the grass on the sidewalk is green,

fresh.

but it all seems draped in red

with sly darkness beneath

forming shadows, gaining shape.

sit down,

and try to move on.

peer outside the eye,

and watch their painted faces

smile

in the bright moonlight

stuck outside.

wait,

for the next time.

to hear whispers, louder

than the voices on the microphone.

watch the sounds

skin the air

and brush past the ear.

head high,

trapped in it.

and all that you mix never seems enough

when the sea runs like the train

and the stars swim to the left.

behold friends,

the road is my bride.

let there be stars,

and there were stars .

brighter than a million suns

at first sight,

to blur out leaving only a memory.

and the smoke brings salvation;

untrue yet pure.