How long does it take to grow a new head And watch the old husk wither and fall? I am molting and leaving the powerless shell A great becoming offers
I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home
Father, hear my voice Be it small Here I am Though I am nothing at all Dost thou still see Something to love in me? If it be, carry me away That I might
I tried to run across the water and I sank into the deep Listlessly beneath the sea, within it?s murky keep I want to keep my dinner down but I threw
I remember everything, to be what I've become A willingness for anything that can and must be done I remember writing in the womb, wrapped up in viscous
Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep? I shall collect myself after I weep Then garb myself in ocean blue With no method of goodbye for you Should
I know the way inside my heart But nothing seems to get that far I?ve spent my life down on my back It falls asleep, it pops and cracks And when the
The promise of forever, the lie of mortal flesh and blood the song of Solomon singed by the emotionally stunted heart of deception how hard is it to make
I remember you When you are wrapped in darkness When the world closes her eyes I remember you I think of resting with you When you finally go to sleep
Good God, where does it end? You have been waiting in line To have a phone chord or a cable fed right down your throat Don?t struggle or it will bend
I keep clawing at my ears and they keep on ringing I keep filling them with dirt and still they go on singing Where are you going and where have you been
you are taking time away from us, discipline becomes necessary, when it's undeserved and incredibly unjust? and the clock drags razors over naked flesh
revolution. revolt not by your worldly nature, put it into my hands and wait and see. i'll bring the authority to it's knees, through Christ who strengthens
People are afraid to say what they mean, or keep on talking if it's not about them I don't say I hate them before they hate me I've just shut down cause
Is it time that I said some things that I've been meaning to say? I gather up the words, and I can't seem to gather up a way it's just that I hoped there
Tonight's twilight will be the last Seen by our eyes So if it seems so beautiful Kiss the beauty goodbye Oh, my little cornea Please say that you are
Open up the wide gates, here I come The broad path is getting trampled under my feet The narrow way and the tiny ugly door Is getting smaller and smaller
This letter won?t make it to you in time Introverted by your distance from me and by mine But for chameleons who sift through the trees Are garnering