The Mood

Sum’s it up quiet nicely.

Lyrics

Well, clean up the dirt
There’s just more dirt to clean up tomorrow
Make the beds you just have to make tomorrow
Wash the dishes, more to wash tomorrow
Make dinner, it just gets eaten. doesn’t it?
The world keeps growing and feeding
Doesn’t feed you, does it?

But, uh, how much can you take?
How much can you take before you snap?
How much can you take?
How much can you take?
How much can you take?
How much can you take before you snap?

Lying on your bed looking at the ceiling
Waiting for something to happen
And knowing all the time that you were meant
For something better
Feeling it
Wanting it
But, uh, how much can you take?
How much can you take?
How much can you take before you snap?

 

 

 

Noose

Slip free from the noose

That’s had me hanging

From the tree of certainty

In the valley of forsaken

 

Wandering the valley of the broken

Looking for the cliff of uncertainty

Wailing into the void like a banshee

Keening my song into the night

 

As I run from the sun , keeping my back to to the dawning light

My demon is on the loose

And I feel it changing

I feel it becoming me

Something Old

There comes a time when all loves die, when only the hollow withered husk remains. When all is for not and reason is lost to tide of despair that washes in. The good forgotten and the ill is all that remains to guide you on your path . When that occurs all you can do is cry for the world you lost and steel yourself for the world that will be created by the flames of the dying feelings you felt. Brace your self for the long winter to come as the heart repairs and you move on.

Cold Fire

Never letting it show

Trying to keep it all under control

Angels and Demons scratching at the cage of my soul

So far and still nowhere

A life without care

A life I don’t know

 

Go to sleep and wake up exhausted

From dreams of possibility

From nightmares of nothingness

Consumed by the sentimentality

Of the forgotten savage

And all that was said

In the pursuit of shiny golden happiness

Yet lost to memory ravaged

 

By the blurring of reality

With the feeling of deja vu

As dreams come true

With a nightmare’s sensibility

In the days that pass

As nothing lasts

 

In the existence of the temporary

Coupled with the necessary

Only manic laughter prevails

As the beasts escape their cells

And being careful for what you wished for

Never stops you from wanting more

Bitter Ink

How often I drain my pen of the bitter ink

Only to dip it back in time and time again

Scratching out verses

With the blood of my soul

Hearing the words rattle off like ancient curses

 

Living off the hope

With a shattered mind

Wallowing in disrepair

Without a fuck to spare

Using the pain to cope

The only high I find

In my reality of low

The scars never show

 

The deep dark abyss of the light once again

Swallowed me whole

As I taste the sweet poison in my drink

That life has poured for me

I taste all I was, all I ever will be