the blue light spills like oceans. we smile let it in. cures us of our questions. like hoods on peregrine. . knowledge locked in a tower. barons will hold the key.
I know one day, all our scars will disappear. Like the stars at dawn and all of our pain. Will fade away when morning comes. . And on that day when we look backwards we will see.
This darkness would eclipse our will. A cold wind blows across these hills. A swinging gaze from a hangman's tree. A crow's-nest view of what's left to see.
Tell me, are you free?. Tell me, are you free?. In thought or word or deed. Tell me, are you free?. . While the gallows stand, bullets lance the bravest lungs.
Paint the target. We don't need no evidence. Flood the market. We do it all in self defense. . You're a smart kid. Never work without your gloves. If you're a smart kid.
I awoke, cold and alone. Adrift in the open sea. Caught up in regrets and tangled in nets. Instead of your arms wrapped around me. . And I wept but my tears are anathema here.
When deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,. At four in the morning you know where I'll be. Out running red lights asleep at the wheel. The sirens feed my nightmares.
they are sick, they are poor. and they die by the thousands and we look away. they are wolves at the door. and they're not going to move us or get in our way.
In this dark night,. We stand or we fall,. We are kings now,. Or nothing at all.. . Check your armor,. Light up your torch,. Touch the flame to the sail,.
Here's your new drug. Shoot it in the left eye. Feel it on the right side. No it's not love. Though it sets up shop. Behind your ribcage. Building blood clots and black holes.
Is this everything?. I've dreamed of so much more. Between the end and where we lie. Here all our hopes and dreams. Are scavenged from the floor. And fed into machines that feed on vacant eyes.
faith,. is not something that i grasp. its something that i fake,. as I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks,. faith. without actions is a mask,.
Leave me here and lock the door. Latch the windows, lose the key. But you'll be back some day. . What else then is true love for. If not to starve and wait for spring?.
It's been so long. And tin cans and string for years. Is all that we've known. Could it be you're really here?. . 'Cause my eyes are open. And everything still moves in slow-motion.
Only now that you have taught me. (but how late) my lack. I see the chasm. and everything you are was making. my heart into a bridge. by which I might get back.
One day the dreamers died within us. When all our answers never came. We hid the truth beneath our skin but. Our shadows never looked the same. . A ghost is all that's left.
Wake up everyone. It's not too late. To save the remnants of. Our hearts stop giving up. Our last shattered love. Our only chance to find the meaning of.
it infiltrates,. insidious,. it feigns at love,. betrays our trust. in what we've known,. since we were born.. the truth we've found in all we see. . points to design,.
love everywhere,. exploding, maims and blinds,. a living dance upon dead minds,. love everywhere,. exploding, maims and blinds,. a living dance upon dead minds.
Was there a time that we knew peace?. When all the children had a place to sleep?. When rhetoric was not enough?. . Was there a time we weren't at war?.