- Broken Choir
When will the bullshit end? We're drowning in material goods, and the life guards off duty. Our eyes are drawn to the idiot box like moths to a flame. Always worried, but not of our own lives. The few who reject this life are cast aside. And the ones we love we hold tight, while the ones we despise are left to rot - left to rot.
- Haunting Noir
They are in every dark corner | watching you | between the cracks | they laugh.
As time and again you failed | a worthless dried hide.
Pills will not cure | the things that haunt your dreams my dear.
Never forget | the memories made.
take the pain away. for a rainy day. take it all away.
Your world is undone.
Whisper softly, and don't turn around.
They yern for your corpse in moon light..
- Lack Thereof
The days | we'd play | are gone,
rather sit inside our heads. (then speak our hearts},
Locked away | behind doors | speaking in tounges,
always worried | of love, regreat, and the lack thereof.
I hear the people around me lose themselves.
we've heard the people around us lose themselves.
Drawn so deep by the want of flesh.
I watched this family tree burn.
- Navigator
Through the night, look to the sky.
All we'd seen, where satelites.
The sun is gone, we bid farwell.
Through the night, we set flames,
sang the songs, We use to sing.
walked the routes, we use to know.
Hand in hand.
As the fires burn out the night