listen...
how often have you found yourself in a place that didnt feel like home?
like whoa...
its not often i wake up and not know where i am
shying high from this earth
like winds singing blues into my ear
i shouldnt be here
so where should i be?
out on the streets where people know my face
cause' hell.
we all look the same.
the same exact style with the same exact music
a piece of wood tied to our feet and a turning system
seconds pass and their eyes keep rollin they say
"hey homie do that trick again."
putting on a show for people it could make their day
this is talent buried in the hearts of millions
something like a religion
worth fighting for
worth dying for
if they dont believe in god they believe in this
im not saying thats a bad thing
its just something their born with
so shatter the streets and carve up this world
wax up the curbs and cut off all skate stops
this world was made for beauty
lets tag it up!
write our names in concrete cement
leave a trace of footprints so that the next ones can follow in
they will know the roots and where it all began
so understand that i am not a failure
i just think differently
you have your wars and i have mine
so pardon me if i seem rude at times
its just ive been lost in this world
and i have yet to be found
i took my skateboard and i skated off to find this earth
my soul hasnt left the ground and if it does
it flys for a little just to come back down
so if im never found
thats ok
just follow my footsteps and see what i see
understand...
the pain
the love
and what it means to bleed
i dont expect you to be like me
i wouldnt want that at all
just know where ive come from
and how far back my roots go
and maybe you will find my soul
if this pain wont leave this world. then i will take this to my grave
for its something ive been slaving over for too long
this is my life.
this is my perfection.
its all i ever want to do.
just follow the map.
and then maybe you will see that everyone has their own world that revolves around them.
and not just me.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
blue bayou
thats all they want
they want you dead
if this boat doesnt reach shore let it be known that the world has corners
sharp enough to fall off from, and spark the lie
ignite my insides and make way for the coming white days
there are no retreats or surrenders let the whiskey burn holes in our stomachs
so the bird in me can fly and lay nests in the clouds
for there are enough holes in this earth to fall through and there is enough wind for you to swallow me in. i give you myself to live. i ask for nothing in return.
they want you dead
if this boat doesnt reach shore let it be known that the world has corners
sharp enough to fall off from, and spark the lie
ignite my insides and make way for the coming white days
there are no retreats or surrenders let the whiskey burn holes in our stomachs
so the bird in me can fly and lay nests in the clouds
for there are enough holes in this earth to fall through and there is enough wind for you to swallow me in. i give you myself to live. i ask for nothing in return.
Friday, June 5, 2009
the heart of the earth
we spend most of our lives finding the heart of this earth
but every morning we know what comes next
we spend our whole night fighting a war that cant be won
im wishing for peace but my words get shot down
and the heart is long gone
for beauty? for love?
striving for attention... how many more must die before we get our answers?
together were falling to pieces
stand together! stand forever long
i have my eyes closed and my wrists tied behind my back
the sun sets and the spot light is on me
READY. AIM... any last words?
the struggling between life and death is knowing how long you live before you die
all of those angels that took the fall for me
that pressed their hands against my chest and brought me to life
nothing escapes my mouth not even air
i hold it all in because i am willing to keep my heart a secret before it soaks into the mud of this earth then disappears
so relay the question back to me.
any last words?
sure... "to the knights of the kingdom and the sword less earth i have fallen in love with the art of life. and i have bled bone dry to keep our kind alive. for its beauty and love that i have fought for, and now im being ended by it. so touch my hands and cover my feet. take my heart because it deserves to breathe. and let all know who comes across my body and know the truth. the future bestowed a mild awakening for love. one push, one spark. can make this world bloom from the fiery depths of hell. and could expand this earth twice as much. saver the moment in time when no more souls are locked up. and call upon the angels to lift you up. because hell has a weakness. all love comes from above and when i die. ill fly high to the heavens greet god at the door then give him a hug and a kiss. then it will rain. and it will rain so hard for so long. because this is my calling and wait for my message. when it rains you will see. i am watering this earth back to life. and i am watering you back to life. so when it rains harder, strike harder. and when the rain stops. stop the wars. because we will then have finally won. the sun shines brighter after every storm. and all peace to earth and mankind will unite, swim in the puddles of the rain and breathe in the air. for you are the ones that survived the war. for you are the ones that now can smile more. love? beauty? its all worth fighting for."
READY. AIM...
but every morning we know what comes next
we spend our whole night fighting a war that cant be won
im wishing for peace but my words get shot down
and the heart is long gone
for beauty? for love?
striving for attention... how many more must die before we get our answers?
together were falling to pieces
stand together! stand forever long
i have my eyes closed and my wrists tied behind my back
the sun sets and the spot light is on me
READY. AIM... any last words?
the struggling between life and death is knowing how long you live before you die
all of those angels that took the fall for me
that pressed their hands against my chest and brought me to life
nothing escapes my mouth not even air
i hold it all in because i am willing to keep my heart a secret before it soaks into the mud of this earth then disappears
so relay the question back to me.
any last words?
sure... "to the knights of the kingdom and the sword less earth i have fallen in love with the art of life. and i have bled bone dry to keep our kind alive. for its beauty and love that i have fought for, and now im being ended by it. so touch my hands and cover my feet. take my heart because it deserves to breathe. and let all know who comes across my body and know the truth. the future bestowed a mild awakening for love. one push, one spark. can make this world bloom from the fiery depths of hell. and could expand this earth twice as much. saver the moment in time when no more souls are locked up. and call upon the angels to lift you up. because hell has a weakness. all love comes from above and when i die. ill fly high to the heavens greet god at the door then give him a hug and a kiss. then it will rain. and it will rain so hard for so long. because this is my calling and wait for my message. when it rains you will see. i am watering this earth back to life. and i am watering you back to life. so when it rains harder, strike harder. and when the rain stops. stop the wars. because we will then have finally won. the sun shines brighter after every storm. and all peace to earth and mankind will unite, swim in the puddles of the rain and breathe in the air. for you are the ones that survived the war. for you are the ones that now can smile more. love? beauty? its all worth fighting for."
READY. AIM...
Monday, June 1, 2009
a profession
reaching rock bottom for what we've done
has left us astray like the ashes from the bodies as they decay
the art of war was a blank page in a coloring book and we have painted our masterpiece
coloring it red and the outlines in black with distorted lines all around
reload shoot. reload shoot
one down another one comes
a traditional story for all wars
a history in the making becomes a dull future
in life we beg for all cries. a warning sign that we still feel all right
the bible says "do not overcome evil with evil but overcome evil with good"
i am the sheep that has lost its way
the pain inside keeps choking me at night
i wake up coughing
and the dead bodies i hallucinate wont leave me head over this battle ground of death
drinking
every man thats been through what ive been through cant get this out
understand that every man that was ever killed by my hands was just a job, a profession
where its legal to take another mans life
and now it rests all in my head
headaches drinking
nightmares of their faces haunt me and i am never cured
i will never be cured
so i ask myself and my friends every night before i go to bed
drinking
"do you think god will ever forgive us for what we've done?"
has left us astray like the ashes from the bodies as they decay
the art of war was a blank page in a coloring book and we have painted our masterpiece
coloring it red and the outlines in black with distorted lines all around
reload shoot. reload shoot
one down another one comes
a traditional story for all wars
a history in the making becomes a dull future
in life we beg for all cries. a warning sign that we still feel all right
the bible says "do not overcome evil with evil but overcome evil with good"
i am the sheep that has lost its way
the pain inside keeps choking me at night
i wake up coughing
and the dead bodies i hallucinate wont leave me head over this battle ground of death
drinking
every man thats been through what ive been through cant get this out
understand that every man that was ever killed by my hands was just a job, a profession
where its legal to take another mans life
and now it rests all in my head
headaches drinking
nightmares of their faces haunt me and i am never cured
i will never be cured
so i ask myself and my friends every night before i go to bed
drinking
"do you think god will ever forgive us for what we've done?"
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