Neversed Thinking of Whisper The fires He Fed #Low Tide #Oblivion #Kipt To Riah #Shovel #Gravy Gun #Evergreen

Neversed
Don't know where I've been lately,
Can't seem to be beside myself.
Walking around in confused haze,
Normal doesn't seem right.

Out of place with the world
This day does not exist.
Every intention except the
Wrong is reversed.

Like a coma, can't seem to wake
No control, nothing is onbvious
Until you lose it
'till it's in your face.

Insomnia on the in between
Like a frustrated riddle.
Weakness of the weak
Threatens the strong.
Must gain awareness.

Thinking of Whisper
Lay back in a bed of roses,
Put your ear to the floor
And listen to the ocean.
Paint your name across the sky
Don't look again until the day you die.

I know
I know
I know
I know

Lay back in a bed of hay,
Don't disturb where the little boy lay,
Tiptoe across the bedroom floor,
Don't say a word as you close the door.

Some day some time when you feel insane
The day, the time no one came.
Someday, sometime when you lose your grip,
The day the time your fingers slipped.

I Know.

She Gathers on your lashes
The wind blows through your hair
You think you're walking alone,
But behind you I'm thinking of Whisper.

I Know.

The Fires He Fed
A pleasant man wanted to be my friend,
He's seen a different world than I -
A million days couldn't wash it away.
It's not his fault
Most mistakes were made by those that he raised.

The lines in his face,
Like a carving in stone.
The smile is justy a gesture,
One to hide the frown.

He knows the haze in the sky
Started with the fires he fed.
Guilt is the line that divides
Those of his age from mine.

Just because you can,
Doesn't mean that you should.
For every action,
There's reaction.

Make sure the price can be paid.
He must have thought
That tomorrow would never come,
Now that it's here,
Too much damage has been done.

Low Tide
Low tide leaves me stuck in mud,
So that I don't like what I've become.
Every time that I get my feet back on the ground
I just wind up in dirt, face down.

The slower the surrounding world moves
The higher bood pressure rises.
I hate the way that things are
And I'm falling down.

A wave of emotion comes crashing in
And this time I'm not able to swim.
I walk the beach that has no shore
I make sand castles and they all crumble.

I need something to hold me up
So I light another and fill my cup.
And I stumble.

Now I stumble my way through,
And now I stumble over you.
Come on, stumble.

Oblivion
You don't ever want to see
What my eyes have seen
You don't ever want to
Feel what I have felt.

You don't ever want to
Touch hwat my mind has touched,
You don't ever want to
Be what I've become.

My eyes drift into oblivion,

Oblivion.

Kipt To Riah
All that I have to give
Are figments of my last tears.
Secrets are all dried up
A season to last ten years.

The motions involved with live
Are making my stomache sick.
The things that I'd like to say
Are all that remain at the end of the day.

My eyes align themselves
Behind electric earth.
I remove my neural shades
To view the night that
Wasn't man made.

I remember the night
When I used to sleep
Now the unknown lights
Refuse to let me keep you here.

Just a victim of gravity.

All I have to give
Is the rain on this April night.
Just an image in the mists of life.
To eclipse all but our ancient light.

Speak in tongues of silent things
Green horizon and stars unseen
Time in both finite and perpetual theme.
A delicate conciousness unraveling seams.

Speak of temples inside vertical ponds
Existing in the halucination
Of an intelligent blonde.
The freezing of an alternate
Echoing drong
Until it feels no more
And needs to be home.

You light my way.
You light my way.

Shovel
What more can I say to you
Get the fuck out of my way.
I see you dead.

What else do I have to do,
Get the fuck out of my way.
Over your head.

When else will the night be day
Get the fuck out of my way.
I see you dead.

What else, but despite your prayers
Get the fuck out of my way.
Over your head.

When there is nothing good left in this world
Happiness will be a warm shovel.
When all that is good has been killed
A cold moon will be my religion.

All that remains is a sallow gray
Beauty will be a warm shovel.
When the light that burns has been killed,
Darkness will be my religion.

Gravy Gun
Once I never cared about anything but you.
Once I didn't care about anything but you.
There is still time for me to die
There is still time for me to fly away.

Red was the colour of your eyes,
It was the colour of the sky that day.
Do you think I could have a slice
Of your eyes to take home to my wife?
Is that lipstick you're wearing?
Well it sure looks like paint to me.

I had some time to listen to the water.
And yes, the river know everyting you feel for her.
Give me another drink of those memories
Old storries about coming home.

Now, I'm behind the wheel again
Must e drinking and driving.
Now, I'll go hang out with my friends
And talk about the good times we're riding.

I can't say goodbye,
It's my way of saying so-long.

Evergreen
Timeless is the space in my mind
That thinks of you in my life.
No guarantees,
It's the only way that I can see.
Branches fall, but should come anew one day.

No choice is how,
Whwn or why though.
So what if it did have hands like ours
They would be tied.

A blue sky
One black cloud brings the rain.
So peaceful for us, please carry it away
Far away from the son.

Hopes and fears consume my thoughtd
I envy the size of the tree that I lie beside.
Don't matter how deep the roots have grown
Life is a line, not a circle.

Evergreen.