Taking the sickness.
From my thoughts.
And the thinking.
Out of my head.
You can't see through this.
Sheet of alcohol.
I'm so easy.
It makes me sick. To believe we know each other.
It makes us sick. To believe.
I'm fake. I'm easy.
Too stupid to see through

One more bottle cap off, off, off.
What are we doing but running away?
To a place that's better, darker, and wetter.
Where hearts don't pound.
Changing scenery to keep our muscles from cramping.
It's all moving too fast.
To notice what's wrong. white washed.
Where did

This is not a movie.
And there it is. Behind the patriotic soundtrack.
This is not a movie.
And there it is. Behind the patriotic soundtrack.
It's the sound Of screaming.
It's the sound of dying.
Everyone. Sit down.
The movie is starting.
Everyone. Sit down.
I

Are Forever
[Instrumental]

Tonight we sat the stars
Were gone.
Searched for a feeling.
So hard to hold on to the things that mean so much.
Burned himself for you.
Burned for your lies.
From now on it will be different.
Right now is everything.
Hold on to right now.

I don't blame you.
You only make the tools for their trade.
But if I give you a mirror,
Can you tell me what you have really made?
Perpetuating circle of fear and consumption
To keep us bound and blind.
We are all afraid of the things,
That we will never see.
Cons

Old, diseased, and weak
forced to break the promise you could never keep.
Broken, tired, animal you will never be me.
There will be no more always and forever.
Only secure, hopeless lives.
It would make me sick.

Where are you now
Promises of forever.
The talk of future fable is all I've ever known.
Where are you now.
You promised forever.
The places and names I will never forget.
A countdown to endings.
A broken contract.
In saved endearing letters and tired conversation.

So here I am. Again. Alone.
The light is broken. Too hard to see the page.
I broke it. I broke it.
Too tired to read. Too awake to sleep.
All the time. All the time to think.
How did I find myself here again?
There are times. When I dream of this.
But not here. Not he

I've only heard one in a million words.
One of a thousand lives that
Should have never been lost. In
Easy answers, in liars we trust
There are no victims. Fact will
Never be fed. The truth can be
Purchased. To silenced hearts.
For silenced minds. Burn the
Leader.

these eyes tired sting. has stopped hurting.
only in dreams. only in dreams. so we started dreaming and stopped listening.
i could finally hear my heart scream. making a memory of the rest of our lives.
so it starts. together. forever. and never. alone. again.

our course for cole's empire is coming true.
if we can't stop the oil running through our veins.
and break the lies that have made us blind. an alexandrian solution in stopping our calling cards.
cards that kill [in the name of domestic interest].
they build their colonial li

you have been sold frail bones and unnatural shapes. thousands of page turning glossy portraits of perfection. alien rotting cover girls.
covered to hide their disease.
found in bulging medicine cabinets, body image, cosmetic butchers paychecks.
they don't care! the business is no

Antiquated towards achievement blame liaison the
souls of the workers would they not feel
the burden of woes had the tyrannous
not placed it there reform decay now or
never show me the way now or never
reform decay modernization has sealed
our fate for a century the

no the starving
know nothing of your chances.
The trusting have had enough.
Last breath of a fading few.
Swell the lies to tease the truth.
Take this for what it is.
Before birthdays lose meaning.
Before the unmoving depression that a stagnant life
assures.
B

it's happening again. everyday a little further.
it's happening again. i need you to lean into me.
let me know you are there. in the dark i must feel like him. i do and it kills me. touch and fear are what he connects. the things i would do to erase all of them.
BASTARDS! who see

the other day it hit me, hit me like a ton of bricks
ravaged my being, made my stomach sick
to think behaviors displayed could show this frailty of mind
supporters cheer in astonishment, believe me they are too kind
the clowns are still crying, and it's plain to see
a uniform

Wouldn't it be nice if life were
more alive. When seeing isn't what
believing is