THE SOUND

A certain octave

This noise is it a ploy

What’s the point

This sound

It’s so loud

Controlling my mind

At what point do you draw a line

In the sand what I demand

It’s simple

Leave I don’t need it

This shit

It’s all created for us

Knitted in creation

To organize the division

Show the separation

In the differences

Of suppression

And elevation

Part of the collection

Of the driven

And pathetic

Holding your potential fate with a knife

Forcing you to fight

To burn the light

Show your spots

All the weakness

To be finessed

So be reckless in the steadiness

To feel the pleasant breeze

Of peace making your knees shake

The kind of calm that could drown in a box

Constantly considering how disturbing

I should get to not let

Them get close,

So I’ll have extra thorns when I bloom my rose

So You can grab on

I know your drawn

To me, but it’s not what you need

So please

Oooooh

Please just leave

Yea

Born in the dark, hiding from the sharks

My red glow behind shadows show

At low volumes I scream

Not letting it be seen

Staying in my dreams

The ugly riddled with hatred

Sleeping on stained mattresses

Watching everything that mattered shatter

Pieces of glass fall like stars

SEAMS BUST

BUCKLING CRUMBLING

UNDER THE WIEGHT

OF YOUR REGRETS

FOLLOWING THE TRENDS

SWIM WITH ME

Yea swim with me live in my dreams

Story’s tell you what I mean

You can see it too

All you have to do is just move

Dug in the dirt, wearing the same shirt

On the line telling yourself that I’m fine

Spending every dime on the time

So when it hits right at nine

Pick up the sign and cut the truth with lime

Sensing the menacing feeling lingering

Leaning towards me for all to be seen

Waking up from the nightmare

Thousand yard stare

CRIPPLE YOUR MIND

AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH

Dead eyes hollow and stale

Surviving the trials

Only stepping on the white tiles

Avoiding the vile

The needle dulls the pain

To keep you sane

What have you lost

The dreams as a kid

Living and loving with mom

Is all gone

In the wind heading south

All you can do is laugh for now

Pray for the down

Oh mother Mary

Save me please

Begging on my knees

I can feel the end

It’s in the wind

Oh mother Mary

Save me please

Begging on my knees

The sound is so loud

A certain octave

This noise is it a ploy

What’s the point

This sound

It’s so loud

Controlling my mind

At what point do you draw a line

So loud