Wait until the violence beneath comes forth.

Will anyone still blindly grasp for love?

Pointing fingers towards the fire.

Will anyone still blindly grasp for life?

What has begun will never be destroyed.

We will fall from light and thought.

Burn.

The wind is thick with fear.

Will anyone... gasp for brreath?

When it begins it will bleed through me,

Raising the flag of our return to ash.

Your rage has exposed your weakness.

Now is the time to be aware.

We will all burn.

Swelling to something foreign, something dark.

The sun lights the way to our demise.

I open my arms to it.

I open my eyes.

BURIED HOPES

Buried hopes one day will rise,

Remind our hearts of what could've been.

The sun will rise again.

The sun goes down as days do pass,

I won't forget.

A new day will come.

You will be broken.

And victims, they may die along the path.

A necessary cost.

And the losses we all must face,

Make us stronger in the end.

I will slip the blade deep into your back.

Like you did to me a thousand times before.

You will fall.

We will struggle as I have before,

Still attempting to love you like a brother.

When the vile stench of your blood fades away,

This will be my day.

RESTORE

When will the peices align to restore our sight?

Memories can't fill this void.

Forever winding on.

When will the peices align to restore our sight?

Breath life and revive.

All efforts will burn as an offering.

Wicked eyes fall shut as hope is shattered.

Weary limbs grow numb when vision is shadowed.

We've come to carry the forgotten

Back into the light.

I should have turned to you and said,

It's allright darling... someday you'll forget me.

And your eyes would have welled up with tears,

Mine would have as well.

So these days a wandering mind holds sway,

And hope is a knife sick with need.

Will you cry out for me in your sleep?

Wasting what precious little time we have left,

On a dead man trying to find life.

Against a bright moon, dark sky, and city lights.

The color of her eyes, the taste of her flesh.

I've failed again.

Quietly leaving, quietly leaving again.

HATE AND HEARTACHE

We all lie to ourselves,

It never changes a thing.

Red wine and worry,

Empty eyes and wanting lips.

Loss spills over onto itself,

Goddamn me and everything.

The trials of hate and heartache,

a reminder of my mistakes.

I will destroy it all.

GUILT AND THE LIKE

You hands hang like stones,

If you could lift them you'd cover your face.

This is the moment things change.

The moment things would never be the same.

So you writhe you broken limbed leper.

If you were here now, I'd cut you open.

Because I don't want to feel anymore.

I want it all to burn.

This guilt is all seeing,

carrying you home to the shore.

I will use you until the end.

Until the end.

GENERATION OF GHOSTS

Julie Christmas:

Days left of fall, the dimming light falls

Our fighting soldiers home to rest.

And shadows watching out,

To wage a raging war.

A victory for all I see.

Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air.

A history of dreams collide.

MOTA:

You can see it on their faces,

Smell it on their lips,

A generation of ghosts,

Lost and weak.

Fade away.

What little of love left within me,

Has been bled dry... and buried.

Julie:

Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air.

A history of dreams collide.

A fallen friend then speaks,

A wasted round of dreams,

A history of dreams collide.

MOTA:

I will sing with the end of all things.

ROCKING CHAIRS AND SHOTGUNS

Can you feel it?

The moment love left my body.

Did you see it?

When the light left my eyes.

Can you feel it?

The war growingin my blood.

Your thin, pale hands stretch out crushing everything.

You brought me to this.

Crushing everything.

Lay there and bleed my friend, lay there and bleed.

I want to feel your body collapse.

I want you to reach out and find nothing.

I want tohear your last breath choking.

Lay there and bleed my friend, lay thereand bleed.

A BEAUTIFUL CORPSE

A beautiful corpse sits waiting.

So lost and silently begging.

Murder in it's heart... squirms for air and light.

It is a knife, handle deep in your neck.

Tearing flesh from bone... flesh from bone.

Falling through lust and love,

Skin on skin.

You never win.

One last time,

Kiss these broken lips goodbye.

Sweeter than honey and lies.