When I first met you, lovely fever You were blind and broken Pushed off all that there was and fell onto the road Scraped your knees right to the bone Your sweat made me shudder It was fire, it was bitter cold I tried my best to cradle you But my arms were only made of bone Laid waste to a million We reap the punishments all alone We’re perfectly at home, here in this wasteland This wasteland of our own When alone, you are with me When I hide, you are burning When I burn, you are smiling And when you smile, everything is fine

Sway like a lazy flame who bends when breathing Invading, persuading, a love intoxicating The tension, the old friend teething for attention Apprehension, pretending to bear a shield in your hand Stay by the hand that feeds thee, neatly, neatly Meditation, medication, a way to beat depression The grooming, the soothing, a selfish life worth leading What is it you do all day in your room? Hypnotized by glowing squares in the gloom? It’s not so beautiful Stay by the hand that feeds thee, neatly, neatly Alias, alias, see through us, see through us Alias, alias: Prometheus, Prometheus I feel like something less than human I feel, feel like something less than human I feel beautiful

His armor shines of polished steel As he rides, the wind he feels So strong, so strong, his ordeal is nearly done The knight For his true form will soon be revealed His weapon dines on modest meals The blood, the blood of other men it steals The knight Keep marching on and on Down any road that does not lead home For to reach Avalon A crown worn alone forgoes a son Softer than the stone he’s kneeling on, the tides of sin he’s healing From all the stains and reigns of strife The knight His armor hides a massive bleeding Ironclad red heart not beating His joy, his joy is hollow still The knight Keep marching on and on Down any road that does not lead home For to reach Avalon A crown worn alone forgoes a son Keep leading on and on Down any road that does not lead home For in the ever-onwards Those who are gone will have no song Though flesh and bone may have some strength Against the shears or ivory length Like paper still it will not hold So keep leading on

When the dawn sews the seams, knitting waves on the bare hills The marigold-amber-quilts unfurl like embers to flame Will you perk up your head tomorrow from the shadowy hollow? And I was the only one I am the only one Who knows you When the world was still young, you could sail on a sea with no ship Plunged into oceans of heather, float in a cloying embrace Diving into the sunken deep, where good memories will follow And they will lead your way They will lead your way Back home The wilderness made a man, I behold no shadow below him There is an ocean in his eyes, searing glares rushing in rivers of light Overgrown spires of stone, piercing and salt-sprayed alone And I am nearly gone I am nearly gone Help me

On one cold day, I awoke to the rain Which pittered and pattered in wonderful patterns The clouds up above formed a ring and a dove And it made me think of you On one cold day, I walked through the rain Which bittered and battered but it didn’t matter The sky hit the ground, made a wonderful sound And I thought it looked so blue I’m sure that angels are watching over you The fallstreak’s hanging up there, just like a halo But with a thousand arms, and with a thousand eyes There’s still more I haven’t seen, still more I want to do With you Sparrow and dove bird, the messages I’ve heard Fall lightly as feathers, and dully as heather Deep in the river, keep moving, deliver The motions of nature’s call Nocking my arrows, or filling your barrow No bible or rifle, exile arrival Could shield from the waves, or provide save enclave Against oceans of ancient pall I’m sure the devil is watching over me The fallstreak’s hanging up there, just like a crosshair Though with a thousand arms, and with a thousand eyes There’s still more that I don’t know, still more that I don’t wanna know About you In a faraway land, where the wind and the sand Are violent, they scatter, from island to island The waves in the sea, whispered secrets to me And by god they were so true Wandering in fields, pondering how it must feel To be like the wind, never loved, never sinned As it passes through all the cold morning dew Just like children, who don’t know what to do I’m sure that karma is catching up to you The fallstreak’s down below you, feel the wind blowing Though with a thousand arms, and with a thousand eyes I still don’t know where you are, don’t know if I can catch you as you fall The great nirvana is on it’s way to you The fallstreak’s closing up now, know where it’s going? I’ll break a thousand arms, and close a thousand eyes And pray to God, I'll get another try

Ever wonder, ever wander? Stumble around, tumbling further, under? Ever downwards, fell forever? Wandered around the longing border? Locking elbows in the second sun’s rays Through these bright twilights and your darkest days Ask: “what is life without the fear That we could be here, then gone in an instant?” Walking down highways, escaping atonement The world’s a nursery With a DMZ Kneecaps bruised, rain puddles bloom Diseased by rain, never felt real pain More or less, it would be best to have less Where less is more, "I adore you" Sent in soulless letters

By running water, run along At sacred altars, sing this song Pray for me, sweet melody I have no ears, I’m an amputee For my arms that once held you, Have done such harm that I could just tear you apart Animal, you animal Where do you roam? Where do you roam? Cannibal, you cannibal Eat your own kind Gnawing bones you find Look for a body Look for somebody Who can give you the means To make you Feel like you mean Mean like something Mean like somebody Live with meaning When the world is watching They won’t see you They won’t see me They won’t know you Like I do Like you do Mean like something To me And you can blink An endless blink Blink And it’s gone

Come here child, speak your needs You seem to suffer from dis-ease Was it righteous to believe In such indulgent fantasy? Hearken, back your black platoon Manhandling blasted gas masked goons Ensure their suffering will end soon With promises of harvest moons Well I don’t believe in honesty In those words I read a child Who wants to go where he’s not allowed She feels just like a little child In a world still big, with a voice still loud Hearken, back your black platoon Manhandling blasted gas masked goons Ensure their suffering will end soon With promises of harvest moons But now, withered cornflower, I am merely a coward

I don’t know sin, nor my son I bear no arms, bear with me No ink stains on this arm, no harm has been done Knowing this, leave me be I wander on the brambled path It's been a year and a half Retreating into this thing, graying and aged Can't even lift my own head Confined to life in solitude Warbler perch, steal away Was I destined to lose it all before I saw gain? The price I paid still remains Then time and time again It is all the same My fame is wrought into infamy Nervous bed, 'cross the sea Does my service deserve this? Heaven answer me, was it worth it? Was it murder that I’ve earned? Shivering from tremors from A cold colder than death Baking in the prickling aura of bitter regrets Conscience, let this holy man rest The looming wired poles Where there are buried bones The mailbox steeped in snow And bleach on bloodstained floors Swallow the awkward speech Anxiety in dreams Drowning in a pool of pulverized teeth Then time and time again It is all the same My fame is wrought into infamy If I am to believe there is any justice Must I be denied reprieve?

Crimson eyes, how they love to fly As the aging mountain sleeps Dim sunrise, now eternalized In the silhouettes of souls Dreams are a lie for a ghost Passed to the line of a host and I know that you thought that Keys were showing doors Knees were holding up Leaving always works Bleeding only hurts Pipe down you dont really wanna die now Acapella in the night for the light sounds That's when they strike Belly full of spikes You ain't really try Huh Businesslike walk through the door Hitchhike down to the morgue Pinstriped sleeves never store Stillness crowd the decor Beam as you exit the core See The sight of the blind doesn't make for a scene The kite doesn't fly when you head towards the mean I dont really know what I mean Just prepare for the unforseen man Horoscope, mystery of hope Helping hands around a throat Borrowed coat, memory or note Do you eat or do you choke? Thoughts in remission to slip in Fall to the industry symphony Down to your knees in a puddle of nothing To further the notion of keeping our eyes in a cover Walk to the ends of the earth It's only us in the layer of dirt It's only us cause we favored our worth Bodies are shed when the feelings are curse Creators of hurt Alone to mourn Given the choice and its Hard to learn Tip in the lies and it'll Buck the curve Growing up here is a Lonely road Still Firm hearts are the one that will get far Think hard if your goal is to shed scars It's us in this layer of dirt Its us cause we lived on the cold earth

Strung up by the sleeves We were dangling and mingling, powerlessly The cities were ringing, sung with the breeze Which carried away, tangled in elegies On the eve of the day When today was tomorrow, from some angle The stories departed, shredded, and mangled To escape technology The lands out here resisted Resist unwanted change Sitting in the shade of cisterns Reaping bitter grains There’s a place for me Deep in history (Which is always repeating) Ideas never cease to be So I reside in Different dreams

In a dream, in a dream so piercing and lonely A billowing breeze carries over a low stream Evergreen, your evergreen reaches will hold me In a dance, or in an unending trance scene Evidence, no evidence of our lives will carry on In this memory, trying to awake from its dream Permanence, we rest, lest it be temporary Never mind me, go forth and fetch your own field One event, an accidental or poor intention The spiderwebs burn, freeing the limbs once binding By that never ending stream I Saw the threads and gleaming Tides of history, gone Careening through my hands Like a fever dreaming heart Like when innocence departs When you’re standing at wit’s end Shall we play pretend? By that never ending stream I Saw the threads and gleaming Tides of history, gone Careening through my hands Like a fever dreaming heart Like when innocence departs Will you fade until the end Or will you die a legend?

Space Forever riding as a passerby Flyover planet with uncanny talent for disguise Forever alone in a vast expanse While drastic man evokes his past But it’s revelry for those alive For others this is just reverie of those days gone by Who looks forward for the youth when we realize We’re ripping at the seams being pulled at by the string of time (Oh like string theory) (Something like that) (Oh you’re an einstein?) (Something like that) Effervescent children dream of riches far beyond the gold or millions Bring it to the parents and they’ll tell them do your work go wash the dishes Curiosity got them dreaming of a life on mars as more than just civilians Opportunity knocked but then her battery died blazing the trail for us to capitalize (You’re pretty political for a scientist) (Something like that) (You work for the department of defense?) (Something like that) (Shouldn’t you focus on missiles? There’s more money in that) (I mean it’s what you like anyway right? Physics and all that) (Something like that) But that right there’s the problem Studying the profit makes us forget the whole topic Price tag on the rocket plugged us right into the socket Where we’re draining all the market just to fill somebody’s pockets Sitting there complacent while we watch the world burn Couch made to a shuttle where we’re rotting taciturn Blasting off to speakers with no fear of obsoleteness for the past 2000 years when the fuck will we learn Send them to school and make them star makers Stapledon would be proud but we worry about Lakers Focusing on whose whip got fitted with spaceship doors and never where are the stargazers Who lit up this wrap not who lit up this path Or how these bright-eyed minds keep getting caught in the trap Shooting stars never sounded more sinister What will you do? Where will you go? Age old question of which nobody knows Concerned by the questions of who’s gonna throw or whose gonna bone Leave me alone Floating endlessly Drifting away Lead me astray There must be a way Down From here Grab my hand Pull me close But actually Who really should care? Humans they’re the dreamers the ones who dared to dare Shackled no more by the prison of misery convert industry from infancy and make the world fair Reflect on the past and see how far we made it How would you feel if all your work was negated? Or rated as inadequately classical dependent on the magical and scorned by those who hate it You wouldn’t like that And neither would I That’s human to human man to man look eye to eye So don’t focus on our differences in the end we’re all specks when we look up at the sky To space Curiosity came knocking but they had no sense of manners Politeness was lost on them despite kindness being my banner Barging through my mind as if invasion was the standard Shocked by its brevity I lost my grip on candor What will we do? Where will we go? Age old question of which nobody knows Age old question Age old question