DISCIPLINE THE BUSINESS What came first, the music or the company? What is worse, the fact that they are admitting freely? Taking away the face of the music, the only value is if you choose it. The money is talking to me and it just keeps apologizing. I’m so sorry. What came first, your image or your philosophy? What is worse, the raping or the apologizing? Taking my face away from the music only because I didn’t choose it. Everybody is talking to me, and I hope I’m not just dramatizing. But it’s not fair, the untalented are prosperous. If we can’t stop these people, they’ll be taking advantage of us. And it’s not clear, how they can stand in our way. Tilting the major label table, what can you play…..nothing! If you don’t buy what they’re selling, come with me. To a time when your talent is the only artistry. Discipline the business, know your space. The end of the line in succession should be the last one to feast on me. No it’s not fair, the untalented are prosperous. If we can’t stop these people, they’ll be taking advantage of us. It’s not clear, how they can stand in our way. Tilting the major label table, what can you play…..nothing! If you don’t buy what they’re selling, come with me. To a time when your talent is the only artistry. TIMELINE We will deal the final hand. Taking you from where you stand. All along the timeline froze. Devotion tall under your nose. I’m the savior, the creator, the maker of my hell. Your conscience, your patience, for those who do not feel, the same as you. So you block them out. What you’re saying is the truth that you can’t trust yourself. You’re too sensitive. I am not still here to hurt you. My body is finished changing in the dirt. Ever since my timeline froze. All because you can’t let go, let me go. I am a spirit. I am your blood. And I’m your brothers too. Why won’t you let me go near it, I can almost see it. Then we’ll let you on your way. Wasting time, living in the past. How long will your sorrow last. You’re too sensitive for your own damn good. Your only problem is yourself. You got to deep into it, you never really had control. Could have paid respects but then you ran. You got to get in your own line, living in your own time, Or you won’t even have a soul to sell. Make your price or we attack. You have to leave some time to react. Do it for me, do it for yourself. The last thing you can trust. Now you’re living for both of us EDUCATION OF THE PEOPLE I will carry the ashes, tell the masses. Terrible life in scorn. Punishment to be reborn, exit to the classes. No two left to mourn. Be still and take the beating, you spilled the ashes. Don’t repeat a word. When making your own religion, you leave yourself abandon. Keep a terrible life unharmed. I feel nothing when I see them coming. I can’t be mislead, there’s so many offerings. I want to be a part of it, I have to see the heart of it. I cannot be reborn with no one left to mourn? I’ll set you free child. Just come near the fire. I will show you the light. And your black desires. Your life will worship me. I don’t care what you’re doing. Defy me and pay. I will get you in the end. I won’t believe the same thing as the masses. That’s not why we were born. If I am the king in my ghost and I failed it. Will I ever be forewarned? Will I ever be warned? I feel nothing when I see them coming. I can’t be mislead, there’s so many offerings offering me. I want to be a part of it, but I have to see the heart of it. I cannot be reborn with no one left to mourn? I’ll set you free child. Just come near the fire. I will show you the light. And your black desires. Your life will worship me. While I don’t care what you’re doing. Defy me and pay. I will get you in the end. I gave up on God. I’ll just do it myself. And I’ll take the odds. There is no hell. It’s in youth to change the truth. It’s the education of our people, the end to all that’s good. It’s the education that’s in our people; it’s the end to all that’s good. It’s good. SURREAL SEX APPEAL Take me on. I can’t turn back now. Scars will stay. I will move on. All the things I wanted to, I found I couldn’t do. I found the strength within my grasp. I saw things I shouldn’t see, in places I should not be. I broke through the walls I should never past…at last. Surreal sex appeal. Well I wonder if I was even there. Hiding in my shell, being so unaware. My love is strangling, gasping for air. How can I refuse my dreams if I don’t care? I don’t care, don’t care, I really don’t. Take me on. You see that I can’t turn back now. I wish I could somehow. And the scars will stay never fade away. I will move on anyhow. Nature is calling me my machine is turning. Seeing in a different light, sensing and observing. All the people of the world, and all the beautiful girls. Take me on. You say that I can’t turn back now. I wish I could somehow. And the scars will stay never fade away. I will move on anyhow. All the things I’ve done before, I found I could ignore. There was no loss within my trap. You see when I wanted to be believed about all the things I’ve seen. They said without stories there is no past. We move on at last. In this surreal sex appeal, you’re not supposed to feel. Bow your head and play the game. This is for you not shame. Was it shocking who remembered? Stalking what you deserved. How did it end before the end? And how was it so close to the nerve? Six people entered the circle, two strangers and two friends. Venture blindly into the circle never come out again. Left with pieces of ourselves in places, we pity those we affect. When a mirror does not make decisions, are we what we reflect? Take me on. Scars will stay, will stay, will stay. OLD SOULS The only thing that I need, the only thing that gets me by Time will buy my soul or it will expire on the shelf And I don’t sell control; it’s hard enough to get it myself So I’m searching, I’m turning off the TV I don’t want anything influencing me Then I look at myself, well I’m a product of the environment Everybody created me but they never explained what they meant I’ve got an old soul. Everybody says my soul’s gone cold Is it time to sell my control? Everybody says I’ve got an old soul We stay on our own plane Can’t be compared, we can’t be the same The only thing that I need is what gets me by Now I’m lurking, you can’t even see me I’m crawling below the surface endlessly influencing Look at yourself; you’re a product of the price you spent And when past years burn your ears, all the rules are bent My rules, your rules are bent And I will buy my soul, won’t let it expire before health You see time can’t break the mold; it’s hard enough you got to fill it yourself Fill it Such a big hole to fill, such a big hole to fill When does a person stop accepting what is new? What the other say will define you Things they sold as true Things they are told they need to understand Taking that money right from your hand Tell them to show their friends before the new fad I’ve never accepted what is new Who I am came from the roots When did it end, yeah you know There are no new places to go If I’m wrong and it’s me From of the saturation that I never see If I’m wrong tell me I lied When I’ve already died The only thing that I need gets me by. FOLLOW MY PAIN On the outside it tastes so good. More than the insides thought it should. My chance for fleeing is drowned out in rain. My tracks will follow my pain if I leave. On the outside it tastes like blood. Although the insides knew it would. Chance for fleeing, out in the rain. My tracks will follow my pain if I leave. WHether you like it or not. It’s not about what you’ve got. I gave you reasons, then you put me on the spot. Pour another shot! On the outside it tastes like blood. In the meantime maybe it should. Your glance is obscene when drowned out in rain. My past will follow my pain, when can I leave? Ask me a question. Responses feed me dread. Pull down you’re answer whether it’s good or bad. That’s why whether you like it or not. It’s not about what you’ve got. And I gave you reasons then you put me on the spot. Pour another shot! Follow…My...Pain Follow…My...Pain MANIACAL IN FALSE DIVINE Cut off my head, take my breath. How you want to see me. I don’t know why you waited so long. Take a good look deep inside. If you want to see me. I have been trapped in here for so long. People often pay dearly for what you gave them. Make the music independent. In between the lines is a vague description. What does he mean by independent. I’ll tell you what I mean. If love is, then erotic lives. If erotic rules, well the fool will loose. If love is, life will shine. You’re maniacal in your false divine. One small town, one small family. The roots grow deep in your soul. What can you be if you’re keeping nothing. No footsteps on the road of gold. No. Cut off my head, take my breath. If you want to see me my friend. I’ve been trapped for so long. Take a good look deep inside. If you want to see me again. Why did you wait for so long…it’s too long If love is, then erotic lives. If erotic rules, well the fool will loose. If love is, life will shine. You’re maniacal in your false divine. Heart love, head erotic. Comparing difference, relating instances. Head erotic, the preoccupied fool, yeah. People often pay dearly for what you gave them. Make the music independent. In between the lines is a vague description. What does he mean by independent. One small town, one small family. The roots grow deep in your soul. What can you be if you’re keeping nothing. No footsteps on the road of gold. No. People often pay dearly for what you gave them. Make the music independent. CITY STARS No one counts the city stars. No one has those moonlight hours. Maybe they save the moonlight. A young girl runs away from home to be on her own. She walks along the streets. She carries the same things, all she has. Besides her so called friends. They laugh before they rob each other blind. It's time for protection, she's buying rejection. The stars in the city do not comfort the lost girl. They do not shine anymore on her independent world. The night brings fear as the shadows are stalking her. Unhappy in a sterile home. Now her home life is over. Nobody that ever cared knew that she was lying there. From the very start she got a shot through the heart. Draining her emotionally, she's lying in the streets bleeding. Nobody was there who cared. It's just a wasted story, a child trying to be happy. A bullet through the chest, cardiac arrest. Not how she wants it to be under the stars in the city. Why wouldn't she stay, things aren't going her way. In a supplemental reality, a mother's baby's chest bleeding. Nobody was there who cared. Too young to fight the streets, there just giving her history. Nobody that ever cared knew that she was lying there. This isn't how she wants it to be under the stars in the city. BLINDING GENERALIZATION Life is what you make of it. Who was it that wanted this? Who is mocking us and making us feel stupid? Only the weak would put up with this. Time for a revolution. Time for a revolution. A system only benefits the creator, tricking humans into feeling safer. I hope that it’s not too late, to destroy what modem life has done to fate. If you use the system you have no right to complain. I don’t have a lack of ambition, It was not me who immortalized the way. Who immortalized the way. Humans need to see the light sequentially. Have no doubt about our living rights, finally. We let the pigs make their own definition of freedom. They must fall; they have no right to live with their vision. Nothing has the power to cause you sleepless nights. Live the day your own way help the others obtain the sight. Politics should vanish, pay attention to your life. Nobody smiles anymore just for being alive. In the revolution.

OPENING EXPLANATION JUSTIFIES CANCELLATION The earth is gone, the shadows wrong. The plains are the same from no shame. Opening explanation justifies cancellation. Never say hello but notice the glow. The crawlspace contains artifacts from the day. So many glimpses of pre-responsibility. An era in life when all the good things were right. When a reason was anything that you wanted it to be. Fly…Fly…take advantage of the night. When the people stay inside…step inside. A forbidden life. The excitement gets under my skin. A good cheat never tells a soul. That evil brags about sin…sin for me. Can a body be held responsible for a possession that missed the mind? A decision made by lust, not love. A pulse that surrounds, not a feeling inside. I can’t let this come between us. I’ve lost control, I can’t believe us. How short is this life? I can’t get it past the point of my eyes…my eyes. Back in the day there was only one way. Nothing was forever…forever. Only because I gained new friends. Or did I lose the ones I had…imagine that. Change my life…change it now…I don’t know how. I am very biased, eternally one-sided. I will not share, they must all be mine. Even if you know my secrets, and my eyes deceive me. Demand immense devotion. Your secret is safe within the walls of this place…lose your inhibitions. Just as long as you can ignore the guilt. Do what you want, don’t be a victim. I can’t let this come between us. I’ve lost control, I can’t believe us. How short is this life? I can’t get it past the point of my. I can’t let this come between us. I’ve lost control, I can’t believe us. How short is this life? I can’t get it past the point of my eyes…my eyes. Change my life…change it now…I don’t know how. THE DEMON Trouble awaits the demon, and life is the only reason. The demon makes a factory for the deep sky. “Breath deep “ he says. “I will tell you no lies.” The demon won the world back today, gave the will to man, he knew they would do it the right way. A sign of a perfect extinction, grey as the affliction, ravaged, tearing opinion of a demon. Shining bright tonight, I feel your warmth, I hear your storm. Lying polite, despite. Plan your future, be forewarned. Charity is away and screaming. Always look out for number one. We all make up the demon. Shining demon opinions have been torn. Only in defeat, together mindless. Prisoner deceived, method behind him. It is said the dark ones honor night. Deep in feeling, but dull in sight. Nothing much to see through black, sense the tempo crawling back. Settle unplanned tempo change, countenance stays warm and crazed. Take the time to notice life, sail the passion to the sky. Shining bright tonight, I feel your warmth, I hear your storm. Lying polite, despite. Plan your future, be forewarned. Charity is away and screaming. Always look out for number one. We all make up the demon. Shining demon opinions have been torn. Do you feel like cumming, you don’t have to tell on me. Our time is coming; it’s almost time to lose you again. We spent the night together. I started to feel better. I started to feel you again. You cried when you remembered how I held your head when you were sad. SAME TO ME I never expected the answers to my dreams. Never knew what to dream. Did I waste my time chasing what I should have? Did the best things come to me? Come to me. I never asked for anything too pristine, but people envy what I’ve had. Never been to quick to tighten up my grip, before long it slips. Slips from me. That’s how it is. It’s what you give. It’s if she remembers you, or even cares for you. That’s how it is. It’s what you give. No matter where you end up. No matter where you end up. I would as soon die, then to let you fade away from me. If you try, I don’t care why. It’s all the same to me. Same to me. HAUNTING ME Haunting me, I can't find relief. I want you somehow ever with me. Calling me back, pushing me away. I have empty hands, my sleeves hold memories. Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... Don't you lie. You are mine. Think about it and agree, Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... I'm your life. He's a knife. Think about it cutting. Don't you lie. You are mine. Think about it and agree. I am angry and confused. There's nothing more that I can do. I left it up to you to tell me truth but you chose not to. Why do you? So fate will wait. Another color will stain forever. Misused paint. You left me wondering again. Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... Tell me your worries. I'll tell you mine. Then we can give each other bad advice. Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... Haunting me... ENDEAVOR TO DESERVE Introducing architects who build a haze. Mainline memories, injections made build lazy days. To the top of poetic justice, made your mark to touch the lives inside. You say you can’t point out a brother, as we fight to keep ourselves alive. Agreeing, although you’re not seeing. A face, a refection, a spike, an injection. Comeback, comeback one way ticket sold. It’s time in your line, no other way to live it. We couldn’t say the depth of our hate, to someone so high…. Now we regret. Runaway, save yourself. You’re here today but someone else. Falling through limbo, endeavor to deserve. Leading you to dry salvation, no one to be served. What does it take to make you trust us? Great things to be done with your life. You can’t believe in friends, as they fight to keep you alive. A face, a refection, a spike, an injection. Comeback, comeback one way ticket sold. It’s time in your line, no other way to live it. We couldn’t say the depth of our hate, to someone so high…. Now we regret. Fly away waste no time, our darkest night. Remembrance thrilled the fragile man, even fathers cry. Whatever he said, he wasn’t better off better off dead. Agreeing although you’re not seeing THE MISSION Alone in my travels, I have seen each end of the road. Long distance traveled, found no place to go. I’ve seen people stand in line to find an escape. Themselves they are fooling, no escape unless you pay. With your life, long lived, embraced, what a waste. I want to grow very old, want to tell the people what I know. I want to close my black eyes, then I can see clearly. I have learned from experiment, wild eyes and flaming skin. Wound appearing from the unknown, when did I come, when did I go? From your life, long lived, embraced, what a waste. A fiend for the battle, I have settled within myself. At peace in the shadows, a past put on the shelf. Glory feeds the wicked. I have not lost who I am. I have grown more protective of the mission I once planned. I have grown very old. I want to tell them what I know. I want to close my black eyes, then I can see clearly. I’ve seen people standing in line to find an escape. Themselves they are fooling, no escape unless you pay. With your life, long lived, embraced, what a waste. A fiend for the battle, I have settled within myself. At peace in the shadows, a past put on the shelf. Glory feeds the wicked. I have not lost who I am. I have grown more protective, of the mission I once planned. Glory. SELF-EXPRESSION The future has arrived… In the thunder I can hear my destiny. My reality is erasing. And the wind is my long lost friend. Fly by my side of the world again. Reminding me in whispers who I am and why I stay. On my face, through my skin. Some things I have felt for years. The future has arrived. Millions of years ago. It’s just a common expressing a common. Where is my starlight relationship? There’s a new look behind my face. Changes a little with experience. Like eyes that travel side by side. A feather in the wind that stays in place. Get out of my way with your self-expression. The self is a singular cell of invention. Too much of one thing leaves no room for the other. We don’t care what you have to say, don’t even bother. I can’t agree with the loss. If you don’t like your place, just remember the cause. You’re in or you’re out, your weak or you’re loud. You beg or you’re asked to leave the crowd. Get out of my way. This is myself. You’re too much man. I want the other. We don’t care what you’re saying again but you keep talking… and talking… and talking… and talking. The future is here…again. Millions of years…millions of years…millions of… Nobody knows what they want to know about me. Not even I can say how to stay. Fall off the ends into the evolution. Where is the sight for my sore eyes? Get out of my way with your self-expression. The self is a singular cell of invention. Too much of one thing leaves no room for the other. We don’t care what you have to say but you keep talking… and talking… and talking. But I can’t agree with the loss. If you don’t like your place, just remember the cause. You’re in or you’re out, your weak or you’re proud. You beg or you’re asked to leave the crowd. Get out of my way. Can’t you see man this is myself? You’re too much man. I want the other. We don’t care what you have to say, so don’t even bother. I love…nothing…but you… PANTHEON OF HORROR The sky turned black. The scene for the attack. The fog rolled in heavy. Dark figures behind me, all in all we were the same. All we saw became closer. Seemed like you could crawl inside, but the valley goes further. Wipe the mist from your eyes. Time to raise the dead from their graves. Little girls can play their games again. It won’t feel the same it never feels the same. The men can’t watch them play their games. We’ll pass by a slaughter. A common gift of the night. They skinned the women and raped their daughters. The men were left without sight. This is a source of evil. Give the valley a rest. No place for walking corpses. Lay the dead to rest. Time to raise the dead from their graves. Little girls can play their games again. It won’t feel the same it never feels the same. The men can’t watch them play their games. THERMOLUMINESENCE It’s hard not to let society drive you mad, if you label yourself a savior. It seems like such a waste of life, to let the system dictate behavior. Some people’s idea of life is so fabricated. Those who are happy with nothing feel so degraded. Is there anyway to try, is there any reason why? Is there a mask over our eyes, are we blinded by the light? Does it make a difference what is right? I would like to see someone with everything give it away for the hell of it. I would like to see someone with nothing have no worries and a smile. The heart of humanity burns with thermoluminesence. Caused by anger and morality, sinusoids we are. Dangling unbalanced energy, back and forth ad-infinitum. One last wish, one last intervention. Sometimes I feel I’ve been to negative towards life. Sensitive to my surroundings, holding the wrong end of the knife. I have to be reminded that the day is what you make it. You have to tell me over, or else I won’t believe it. With the last of the thin frail bindings, we find we are meant to be suspended. Suspended in space and time, safely cushioned from opposing forces. Starting off mad at the world, starting off mad and getting madder. I would like to see someone with everything give it away for the hell of it. I would like to see someone with nothing have no worries and a smile. The heart of humanity burns with thermoluminesence. Caused by anger and morality, sinusoids we are. Dangling unbalanced energy, back and forth ad-infinitum. One last wish, one last intervention. VANITY’S TROPHY My mind is in trouble. I am haunted by my anger. Everything disgusts me. My confidence has turned to revenge. I used to like all these people. Now I can hardly tolerate. I need somebody to tell me I’m good. Nobody seems to care for each other anymore. Nobody can control themselves. Keep trying to be so better or different. You know you want to be vanity’s trophy. Almost complete it then you lose a piece of it. Can’t understand that we work hard…so hard. Can’t even remember what it is that you see in it. Now we can tell who our friends really are…are you my friends? I don’t know much about the stars way up high. I don’t know much about the shadows in the night. I don’t know much abut the mysteries surrounding. But I do know something about you and me…you and me. The frustration makes me red in the face. My priorities are missing or taken away. I’m still young and I know I’ll be all right. You see a slower start is better than no fight. A never-ending new beginning. Never regretting, never growing old. Everyday is just like the first day. Like the first day that you let me know…you let me know. Nobody seems to care for each other anymore. Nobody can control themselves. Keep trying to be so different and better. You know you want to be, you want to be vanity’s trophy…trophy. My mind is in trouble. I am haunted by my anger. Everything disgusts me. My confidence has turned to revenge. I used to like all these people. Now I can hardly tolerate. I need somebody to tell me I’m good. HOPE AGAINST HOPE Gorge yourself on excess. Create yourself with precision. Devastate yourself by taking command, losing, or making decisions. And I remain indifferent. Gorge yourself on contemplation. Create yourself on impulse… impulse. Devastate yourself with solitude or socially prone lack of respect. And I still remain indifferent. I don’t believe that people change because we just react to the seen. It’s easy to forget who you are. So let me remind you. You are me…I am you… What you don’t have you know I do. I don’t believe that people change that way. Hope against hope. Gorge yourself on creation, devastation, or indifference. Create yourself with random acts of madness. Devastate yourself with sudden suspensions of time in your mind. Schizophrenia or is it just a common expression. Now I see that people change because we can’t stand to be unclean. Don’t want to remember who we are. So I’m going to force you. You see me…I see you… Where you stand I do too. I don’t believe I ever tried to change. Hope against hope. To be the boss or an annoyance. Someone else’s fight. Severely grateful or powerless. Advice for another life…life…life…life.