Stillglow Lyrics

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American Dirge (d. haight)

Dare to dream, taking off. Take your words and choke on them; I can’t stand everything. You’re breaking the part, showing it all; and your heart’s so ugly. I could be the American dream if you’d only give me wings to fly away for another day. So I am taking off. No, dear gentlemen, I will not bow before you and shun everything I believe. Take the photograph you hold in your hand and feel the glossy truth; cut me down boy! I could be the American dream if you’d only give me wings to fly away yet another day. I could be the American dream, but American dreams fade. I could fly over these clouds, the silver spread, and the distant ground. As your words cut course and trenches made within my heart choose me to leave. I could die and leave it all behind; take it to the grave with the chance to survive.

Azrael (d. haight)

Do my words lose potency with the resounding sounds of repetition? Each song a part of me… Why am I forced to confront the same inabilities? With every action comes reflection; with every deed comes enmity. I can’t hide here under these stars; each one tells me how sick we are. Sometimes I just want to run. Azrael take me, I am sick of being “who we are”. The prayers that spill over my lips tease the air with new compunctions that strike me with regret. A fresh child born from shameful blood; another chance to get things right, take my cross, take my life.

B

Between the Setting and Rise (d.haight)

Oh Dear God! Who is this man? He is a shadow? There is no light, there is no life within this hollow: a reflection of a man cast down. You deserve my life and all that I can give, but I am such a mess. I’m just a silhouette. My skin, my sin, my guise, it chokes away the light. The dark-horse kingdom, aphotic yet not, made captive this “Night”. I’m so far gone. You deserve my life and all that I can give, but I am such a mess. I am the silhouette!

Breaking the Essence (d.haight)

Push past the heart and break into the lungs. We steal this air for ourselves and swallow as much as we can hold. We run towards the exit. We are breaking the essence. Was it something I said or did as I was breaking the essence? We walk hand in hand towards the corridor. The air is on the side of right; our feet stuck to the floor. If our feet guide us gently home to safer havens far from the glow is there an ember that still shows that we are never alone?

C

Commotion on the Hills (d.haight)

Here angry hearts and the sounds that advance wage war with men, with golden calves, with guilt and adoration for a god built by your hands. Bow down before your majesty, its all roses and gold. Kiss the cheek of royalty; proclaim yourself restored. It’s all blasphemy. Take it back; you’re breaking my heart. These bloody hands serve to remind us all of what one man can do, but let’s ask Rome, let’s ask the Church. Is it ok? I just don’t know. With commotion on the hills no one sees the truth. With your back turned away but your face forward no one knows the truth.

D

Darlin', Grab Your Gun (d. haight)

It’s such a beautiful day, let’s take it by storm and claim these streets in the name of the throne. Let’s entertain our guests, or captives, whichever you’d prefer. Come on girl, I don’t want to do this alone. It’s so comforting to know that we can’t save ourselves. Tie your hair back; this could get ugly. Grab your gun and let’s take our position. Tonight we’re dancing in the streets we’ve won, so shake what the good Lord gave you and let’s have a little fun. Let’s take these bones through the streets we’re walkin’; I will be the ghost, you won’t even know we’re talkin’.

Deep Inside of Me (d. haight)

I woke up to mourning. To feel you dying inside of me is like the lungs: crushed as the wind is ripped out from me. And I feel so real. You take my breath away. And I grow so slow. I grab my thoughts and go! And now in secret I pray restoration for myself; a selfish antic striving to bring about better health. And I feel surreal. You take old breath away. And I grow in You. I breed new thoughts and go! You’re moving deep inside of me (and I feel you). This boy, if he only knew why he had come so far a "way" just to be left out here alone. You took him so far away and made him find his way back home, and no he doesn't know.

Devils and Villains (d. haight)

Remember the height from which you fell. The ground ignites new passion in the blood you spill. Let wounds stand for freedom and pain for pride. Let Want fall unnoticed and let Hope fly as they scream “rape, murder, disease”; the devil steals your tongue. “Rape, murder, disease”, but you know this just ain’t right. I stand here before you. I do this for a chance to show you what I have, the reason I live. Take everything; I hate my past. Carve away my Self. Look at this shell of a man and know faith can help. As they scream “rape, murder, disease”; the devil was your best friend. “Rape, murder, disease”, you know this just ain’t right.

Double-Dealing (d.haight)

Shut up, I can’t get away from your constant badgering. I need some time to myself. Just some time to unwind, kick back and lead a healthy life outside of your sick embrace...[outside] of these four walls closing quickly in on me. This constant impression I get when you mention the tension I find in your day. In my mind I am looking away to keep from sinking. Now I’m stranded out here in the middle of the water and I can’t swim. Life boat, hope comes after me; the salt it tastes so bittersweet. Should I go back or should I stay here amidst this emptiness? This constant suppression endured, did I mention the tension I find when I look in your night.

E

Elegant Thoughts (d. haight)

They say this is a game, but I say it's war. They say that I am weak, but I say insecure. They call me a coward and there I’d have to agree. Cowards have nothing left to offer; nothing is left inside of me. So where do we go? Can we slip away when the hands are still bloodstained? They say that this is life, but I say it's a joke. I cut away my insides, now left with a gaping hole. They call me a failure and there I’d have to agree. Failure resides upon my brow. Each drop of sweat sets me free. So where do we go? Can we slip away when the hands are still bloodstained? Who holds the knife? Who sharpens the blade? Can I still feel no pain? Elegant thoughts and honest devotion to those left listening; black ink on paper composes my soul.

Embers and Epiphanies (a. nunemaker/d. haight)

Watch me toe the line with precarious precision. I have been stripped away of what you can see. Feel clever and cunning, revealing the ace in your sleeve. You are the joker who laughs without apologies in my hour of need, rejoicing in my falling glory. You know I am trapped and convinced that I will fall. My flesh draws near the flames; I am fallible, and I can smell the burning mass of sin in us all. You got one thing right: It has all been stripped away. But you also know with Him I can never die. I see the smoke and mirrors and the fear in your heart because you recognize that look in my eye…and I’ve never been so dangerous. We are the games, we are the jokes, we are the broken-hearted fools. But laughs will cease, and hearts will mend, and we will learn to love again. We are the fight; we are the strong renewed with the rising of the sun. In Him we find the battle is already won.

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Home Made (n. mazaika)
Looking longingly, behind a veil of irresponsibility; somehow I got away from you…said you’d be there seeing through this mask. Blind you see right through me and my useless pursuit of this lucidity, walking into every wall I can’t see in my home made blindness. Virtuosity virtually pushes me too far and where were you when I put all these chains on myself? Makeshift eyes look to you. Break me down, that’s all you see. All you have to do is break me down. Let me sink into the earth consumed by homemade blindness.

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I Worry So (d. haight)

She calls out again. Like in that dream when I fell out again and I saw those same habits again. And I wept: that demon’s back again. You don’t understand what’s happening in her mind. A constant battle waging war on the senses, but she’ll be fine. I’ve fallen awake again and I can sleep no more. The beast is slain, but still the nightmare presses on. Moving back and forth in this landscape, this topographic course of her angst to see the only real choice, and now I fall into her voice. You don’t understand she’s been dead for some time. A constant defense, it’s keepin’ out everything she needs. I’ve fallen awake again. I cannot sleep no more. The beast is slain, but still the nightmare presses on. She’s fallen away again. She cannot rest no more. The beast is slain, but still the nightmare presses on.

In the End (d. haight)

I’m gazing to better myself on the inside. This scene takes me forward; convulsions compel me to feel so sick. Lean back and hold on, and feel my stomach as it turns. I’m falling into your eyes again and this is where I lose myself in the end. I feel you burn right through me and I can’t stand still. I’m feeling, feeling so ill. Take off the latch and remove my convictions to peer into your face and come out with something I hate so much. It’s only the remnants of old ways, still I look away.

In Hopes to Bring (d. haight)

Deprecate the heart, and walk to the shoulder. Try hard to mask our deceit. Sunday, we’ll be made near whole again. Someday I’ll dismiss my grief. The diadems a fraud, seek reparations from the thief that allowed this mockery to make a fool of me. I was the king of my heart, now I’m nothing more than a vessel for higher sorts. And I’m singing songs of hope for you. I’ve found my own way. And I’m loading chambers here. And I’m singing songs of truth for you. Let's fire away in hopes to bring you life (again). Sacrifice a life to live ten times over; a small price to pay for the answer. Someday you’ll confess to the murder and embrace a life without error. The shadows linger, they grab at your hesitance. In truth they only serve to satisfy regret. Move ahead, one step forward, two steps back: a common tale full of enlightenment

M

Mirrored Here (d.haight)

The third hour come you can find me on my knees praying relief from the enemy. Will I stay here all night until my knees are soft and weak looking for protection from the darker side of me? I look up again, mirrored here, it’s only me and I’m lost. I am lost. The clock takes away another moment to regain my sight. The calamity has moved and now my heart feels the bite. Looking for peace inside of this flesh; I offer myself to Messiah in exchange for rest. And I’m lost in a faceless crowd. Where are the ones to accuse the proud, to break me down and show me how I’ve fallen short…where are they now? The only ones that still remain raise me up closer to fame and praise my name for the world I claim. Here is my heart, make a change. Make a change.

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Ora Pro Nobis (d.haight)

Let the words fall into my ear and take refuge within my conscience. Hand me the gun before my courage fails; let me appease the voices shouting over mountains to take hold of my hand and slowly squeeze the trigger; I feel the consequence of weakness. Pray for me; I need You now. Pray for me. I need You now. Its over; I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.The mob shouts kill; pistol to the purpose. I live in only the moment; I live only for the thrill. Don’t think ahead, wait until he is dead then plan your escape and beg. Pray for me; I need You now. Pray for me. I need You now. I’m so sorry, please accept this apology.

Outlast Everyone (d.haight)

Sing to me; may your voice guide me into the next world, and set me free. Comfort me; may your presence be the solace that I need to let go. I have the will, but no means to convey. My tongue has frozen and my lips have betrayed me. Restless thoughts wrestle in my head, but go unsaid. Careful the construct of this plan: I can fool the whole world into thinking this is who I am. But when I’m dead and my name lives on, I’ll still be gone. Take my hand and lead me home. Take my life and take my whole. Remember me. Remember me when I’m gone. My favorite passage was read, and all I did was lay there. Moved, yet unable to move. Please pardon me of all these crimes, built up over time, but left unmentioned until you arrived. I have the fight but no strength to unleash. My arms tingle at the thought of violent release. I’ll turn it inward on me, only me. I deserve every fist that’s thrown. With each stone that’s cast I’ll go down in a cloud of smoke. I’ve lived this life an actor of sorts, but hold the applause. When I’m gone, I’m coming for you. I’m coming for you, it’s all I can do. I’m coming for you.

P

Postmarked: Fanfare and Farewell (d. haight)

With this pen in my hand and these words in my head I will aim to glorify with phrases so sweet the air will sing tonight. With this air in my lungs and this breath on my lips I will seal these regards with only a kiss and mail you my thanks addressed to the one I adore. For tonight, I will show you my love, but I wish I were stronger. Tomorrow I may forget your face, but you will never forget mine: the poet’s lines. So whisper promises; the ink, it drips off our tongues as we confess every failure. You write the words that shape our hearts into rhyme: we are poetry. With my heels in the dust I will trample her face: the temporal world may no longer tempt me. I’ll see these things as a gift, not restraint. Dear daddy, make your son a hymn. Dear harlot, I will no longer be content to be the letch wishing for more. Salvation takes me further. It makes me whole. Tomorrow, I will see your face; it never turns away from me. I am poetry. I am the work of your hands, built strong. Inamorata of mine I’m leaving; inamorata of mine, I’m gone. You held me down so long, inamorata of mine, inamorata it’s time. Please take this man, this hymn, these hands; I will never return to her. Please take this man, this hymn, and these hands…

Privy (d. haight)

“To grasp my life before was to see the entrance to a garden of light with scarce a shadow creeping through. Now the hinge is bent and the beauty’s overthrown. This disfigured version of me I am forced to call my own. And I’m falling away. If I stumble today will I rise again tomorrow to take it back again tomorrow? And if I stumble today will I rise again tomorrow? But what if there’s no tomorrow? Although I’m privy to hopeful words from your lips still I turn deaf ears. I cannot even submit. Do you understand why I turn away? I don’t even understand why you bother to stay.”

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Sam ( a. nunemaker)

Scattered dust on Mac trucks barreling through the streets; round and round they turn and spin up tumbled leaves. Your hands rest upon our building cold and sleek. Strolling idly, cigarette tap, the life you keep…the autumn air is brisk as word within our lips; clenched tight to the chest while tracking radar blips. Your message pulsating, my heart it skips. We thought you left this place... the place you'd never miss. Water cannot wash away the pain. With one stroke you've bellowed that you're home. You swore we'd never be the same; still they buried Sam in silence long ago. "Another Day" I think and stretch and lumber on. No warmth within, I crack my knuckles against the dawn. You saw myself before the thought could glance upon my outreached hands now warm and icy calm. Now poke along the sidewalk and scarcely without order, without reason you up and color over borders upon the blacktops, chessboards and the gossip on the corners. With one word etched in dust, in dust we turn to mourn her.

School for the Obtuse ( d. haight)

Capture the essence in this photograph of your myopic ways. Burn the edges of tomorrow to delay the change that you’re so afraid to make. And look over this landscape. Escape your point of view. Look past the timber in your eye for a different view. Voice your opinions; release the wind only to assure yourself. Nothing else matters when you think that joy revolves around your wealth.

Shimmer ( d. haight)

Crazy, I confess my mouth could scarce stay shut and my eyes echoed the shock as my brain tried to make sense of it all. Let this moment never be forgot. Save your breath. Gather some stones and maybe some sticks, and you can finish what you started with your lips. If your hands do more damage then your tongue, then I admit I‘m scared of what’s to come. Shimmer and fall. Let it fall. Let it fall just out of sight. You were so radiant. Luster lost, douse the lights! Crazy still, I suppress every bit of ire rabid in my blood. I’d strike, I’ve killed for less. Kiss my cheek with your guilty lips. Shaky and delicate. Everything I knew was broken to the core, but nobody wins. Nobody wins. I know that you have such great plans. I only wish I was part of them. Shimmer and fall. Let it fall. Let it fall just out of sight. You were so radiant. Luster lost, douse the lights!

Shotgun Salute ( d. haight)

Tell me all the things that you’ve been feeling these last few years. I’ll chase away the cold air and watch as your breath uncurls into despairs. Shotgun salute; fingers bent on steel. Are you ready for this? Are you prepared? Are you ready to die today? Blood spilt upon the pavement leaves anyone who remains a little piece of you. So raise your hands, we’ll march till dawn; we’re going to die today, today we’re going to kill. So raise voices and scream out loud: “we’re going to die today, today we’re going to live”. Fears build monuments to reach the back of our throats and collapse into mere concepts to be bred, but never released in public. Shotgun salute, egos bent on pride. We’ve fought this long, sad to know only some survive. Are you ready for this? Has your life brought you to here? Do you know what comes next? The war is about to begin. Time to leave our friends behind; the time has come for decisions. Time to leave our world behind; the time has come for innovation.

Something Wrong (d. haight)

Open my heart to see hate. These feelings are not of me. Once again I subjugate my emotions for one more day. And I’m thinking about my plans and how they didn’t go right. And I’m dreaming about my make-believe life. Makes me wonder why I even try. When I think, I’m screaming. When you see me am I bleeding? Can you feel me misleading? My heart needs healing. There’s something wrong with my head again. Something’s gotten to me. There’s something broken in my head again. Father please fix me. Open my heart to let pain out. There’s no room for disease. That cancerous pill tasted sweet until it ate at me. And I’m thinking about my plans and how they didn't go right. And I'm dreaming about my make-believe life. Oh time has taught me well. When you see me I’m seething. Cut my teeth on new feeling. Can you tell that I’m bleeding? My heart needs healing. "And I hear you, you're screaming." And I fall back where I echo. "And I hear you, you're screaming." And I hear you fall down. You fall down.

Story Bound Ending (d. haight)

Scream for injustice inside. Outside beg for insight. The rain, offers me another excuse to you to stay. You’re tripping over your words again. And you’re falling over my happy ending. Take off your jacket and stay just for a minute more. I need you here more than ever at least to say I tried. Within these walls is the chance I long for: the chance to prove you honest. Within these walls is the chance I need to honor this promise. Within these walls is the chance I long for: the chance to prove me honest. Within these walls is the chance I need to break another promise. You’re falling over your words again. And you’re falling over my story bound ending.

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Thanks for Nothing (d. haight)

Place your dreams in an empty box and wait for the day when you can set them free. Innocence is on your lips, but all you’ve tasted is tragedy. Your life so far has been less than the fantasy held at heart. And you are falling apart. And I’m burning. And I’m killing my time. And I’m leaving…I’m leaving it all behind. Have your dreams come of age, begging now for responsibility. And what have you decided? “Thanks for nothing sweet therapy.” And if I saw you tonight would I recognize…And if I saw you in flight would I be surprised?

The Corner of the Room (n. mazaika)

Who is that in the corner of the room in waiting, silent, until the answer comes? Wave your hand in front of this catatonic face. Are you curious of this comatose embrace? Hidden I’m calling out to you, but your buried in the corner of the room. Is this corner where we go to find a way out? Where the walls meet, we sit and contemplate all our doubts. The light is sucked right out of this shallow hiding place. The cold restless air drives emotion from my face. I turn my face away in disgust that you think this suicide a must. I don’t know why you feel this way and I don’t know what else I can say. Oblivious to all my cries, you’re staring at the backs of your eyes; can you give me one good reason why you want to toss away your life? Who is that in the corner of the room? If you turn it’s me, and I’m staring back at you.

The Fall (d. haight)

I cannot feel my heart beat within my chest. Now tell me what I should believe. Tell me what I should think. Carve out my days onto my arm, onto my heart. Please father, take this away: this cup from my mouth, the blood that spills out. Please take this now. The farther I fall away; this loss of control is taking control of me. Hope is hidden amongst my prayers with every intent to break free from the routine that affords disbelief. God, who can trust the tongue, it turns so easily? Who would worship me? Please father, take this away: this cup from my mouth, the sin that pour out. Now, please take me now. The farther I fall away; this loss of control is taking control of me. This, this is my prayer written on flesh and spelled out with blood: Please cut me down (take away my freedom) and break my will (take away my selfish thoughts), these selfish hands (take away all of my control) will serve You still.

The Last Song (d. haight)

And how do I move on from here, I’ve built these last few years on trust. Now it’s over and I must move on. How do I adjust? I’m feeling my life. I’m feeling my life pass me by and I’m gone. Here is night, the awkward moon as it shines on the memory of what we were back in the day. The sky never looked the same. I hate your silence. I loathe your silence. I’ll kill your silence. I’ll show you silence.

The Messenger, the Assassin (d. haight)

Relaxed, get dressed. My fingers move like a seasoned thief: frantic, but smooth. Will I make it through? Index and thumb, from rung to rung, they climb this chest to fasten buttons. Breathe deep, conviction will come. This tie seems to grasp at my throat, and I am beginning to choke. “Believe in me son, and we can be heard. We can be heard.” But I, I will fail you. I am the treacherous one. Now skin caresses icy brass. A clockwise turn. A pulse beats fast. What worlds lie beyond this glass? And what’s this talk of the walking dead feeding on the minds of the so-called “living”? Must I make Zombies of Men? Palms sweat as I reach for my knife, but my voice is the weapon tonight. “Believe in me son, and we can be heard. We can be heard.” I will fail you, I’m the treacherous one. “Believe in me son, and we can be heard.” We will be heard. I am the Messenger, and the Assassin in one. I look around, and calm my nerves. I take a step. I’m here to serve. I will do everything I can for you. But if I fail, I told you so! I’m a weak man. I wouldn’t know how to stand on my own. “Believe in me son, and we can be heard. We can be heard.” But I will fail you. I will fail. “Believe in me son, and we can be heard.” We will be heard. I wont fail you, though I am a treacherous one. I won’t fail you. I am the treacherous one. I won’t fail you. I am the Messenger and Assassin in one.

The Sound of My Destruction (d. haight)

If I fall down and scrape my knee do I get back up or watch it bleed? And If I flail……my last attempt to grab reality. And if I fall again; if I were to break my head do I fake it and pretend for dead? Here I am now laughing, standing proud, yet shameful of what I am now. Here I am again standing in the crowd trying to get out, but I get pulled back in. And here I am again laughing in the crowd; still I can’t get out. I just get pulled back in. I stumble again. The people pull at me. I stagger again and this time I cannot breathe. Run to keep speed, but they trample me. Is the crowd keeping me down or is it me? Here I am now laughing at the sound of my destruction. I’m not proud.

This Is For You (d. haight)

Standing in the rain; watch the colors fade as the water runs down your face, carried away by your beauty. My heart swells as your mascara bleeds. Its 8 o’clock again and I’m left to defend the notions of feelings that I have bled. My words turn red as they lead me to my bed where thoughts of your smile invade my head. Scream out my name, we both know the truth here. Take what you’ve claimed (my heart); we both know the truth here. The sun brings relief from the constant dreams. Morning delivers you back to me. Though you’re here in my arms, you’re always in my heart; a part of you never leaves. Its 10a.m. again and I’m left here; I depend on God to keep us together. Breathing the failure I bring with each and every thing that comes from my mouth; I cannot speak. Keeping myself intact all of the time; I’m trying so hard to stay in flight, keep me from falling, and keep me from crashing. I thank you for this love. Scream out to me again, we both know the truth here. Remember all that we’ve said; we both know the truth here. Scream out my name. Take what you’ve claimed (my heart); we both know the truth here. Standing in the rain; watch the colors fade as the water runs down your face, carried away for another day. My heart swells to know you love me.

This Mind (n. mazaika)

She puts on complacence; the face calms the wandering mind. I’m screaming and reaching. Is my subtlety the reason why? She’s staring right thru me. Like acid on my skin…begins to burn. The ground’s teething on my knees. Quick, get up before she sees you down again. I’m dreaming, scheming ...breaking my back to be the pillar of strength. Inside believing that I could do more judging the look on her face. There’s a moment when she looks into my eyes. For that moment I am hypnotized. There’s a moment when she looks into my eyes, for this moment I am fine. She’s looking back at me. Complacence gone, replaced it with a smile. She knows that’s all I need, and she knows I’ll be alright for a while.

Transfer the Greed (d. haight)

She’s feeling cool. I feel I’m cool. I brake for extravagant minded fools. Again I scream to be shot down; to speak my mind - give up no ground. I’m falling…I’m lost and I feel I deserve some recognition. This esteem is too pristine to believe it is worth anything! It took so long to cope with fame. The tool of choice is rarely me. Again I whisper to be heard. I thrive on attention long reserved.

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When Tradition Needs Reinvention (d. haight)

Blood on your hands, wash away the night’s intentions. Flood the air with dark confessions. Reach for your pen; draft emotions, phrase regrets. Remember when; remember when you saw the sun set like fire that burns away the day’s laments again? Take away my heart so there’s nothing left to steal and take away my tongue so I can’t tell you how it feels. Tired apologies frame the art of catching time in swells of reverie. Bright eyes shroud the suffering hidden with every semblance shown to every adversary. You saw the sun set like fire that burns away the day’s laments forever.

Winter Will See You Gone (d. haight)

The shadows on the pavement say you have already gone. I’ll lie here in defiance; I will lay here in want. Have you gone home again? I wish we had never met. Is it better to never have known you at all, or risk the sting involved? Let’s lock away all emotions. Take this passion, like a knife, and bury it to the hilt in this thing I call a life. I pray the incursion will make quick the kill. Winter will see you gone. Wanting just to hold you despite the coming pain. Self-driven arms stretch outward to push you away. Frost hints at your absence. I wish we had never met. Is God telling me what I need to be told: there’s always a risk involved. Let’s come to grips with all our fears. I’m sorry love, but I don’t believe in ghosts and you’re already dead. I’m sorry love, but I can’t believe in you; you’re already dead.

With the Scent of the Dead (d. haight)

The taste of sweat as I wipe away the evidence and muster up all of my strength to bend the moon and break it’s beams across my cheeks. I will laugh till the fear suffocates me. Let the roses hide the thorns; let these sharpened stems lead to something more. And the roses hide the thorns. And the roses will dress the graves of hundreds more when I’m done. A soft lullaby, rocked gently in the silent perversion of truth. The sweetest goodbye when the scent of flowers reminds us of funerary tithes. As greedy as the grave, I’m no Saint and you’re no angel my dear. Intent is all we have: sophomoric attempts to cleanse our souls. And the roses hide the thorns; flash a smile to mask the criminal core. And the roses hide the thorns. And these roses will help us forget our scars when all is said and done. Take these stems and wrap them around our necks till we can forget our dead and remember that there is still life after death. With the scent of the dead….

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Your Start (d. haight)

Oh run, run away son ‘cause you can’t handle all the pressure of being older. Responsibility eats at you. Now all those feelings (all that anger) have built up inside of your head, and your head is taking over and leaving your heart behind. Give what you have back to your Start. Lay all of your cares and troubles at the cross. Burn your flesh away and get back the blood that He shed.