I prefer the heavens painted

In more natural tones

Versus lines drawn by the likes of men

Dressed in tin, and leaving wakes

Over quartered land

And concrete lakes

Limbless trees, webbed in wire

Stand erect as barren monuments

Evidence of our desire

To connect

Yet we all still feel alone

Adrift on rafts we call telephones

Not calling home

I spent a lifetime knowing

A world with you as part

Evenings when I could have called

News I should have shared

Weeks went by, I never said

I cared

And now this first Mother’s Day

Comes for me

A ghost drifts in like Christmas past

There is no voice for me to hear

The phone won’t ring

‘Hello dear’

Goodbye mom

Sweet Annmarie sleeps under a Jersey sky

But she can’t see the stars

And the sun never shines for her

I know, exactly where she lies

And I’m taking that to the grave

The blood stained New Mexican sand, has me

Slightly aroused, but it might be

The rope around her hands

Sarah, look at what you made me do

I’m trying to explain

That I’m doing this for you

Softly, the bloodhounds bay

In the distance

Authorities surround me

But they haven’t found me yet

Honestly, the dismemberment

It’s not the part I remember best

So if you want to know

Where all the bodies lie

Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that

But if you want to know

What’s on the other side

Let me show you my .45

The Kentucky sun burns away

The fog from the valley where Shannon was

Bound and gagged that day

I know, she waits for me

To lie in her cold dead arms

They’re setting up roadblocks for me

In Montana

They’ve put my face on the front page

In Alabama

Honestly, the dismemberment

It’s not the part I remember best

So if you want to know

Where all the bodies lie

Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that

But if you want to know

What’s on the other side

Let me show you my .45

Another three years of the stagnate

Life feels more like a hobby

Shading in the outlines of minutes

With self mutilation

From smoke inhalation

And other such nonsense like loathe

Every day, the gears grind out

Sleepless nights

My restless mind

But am I just bridging the gaps

Somewhere between here and collapse?

Time ticks by

The minute hand bumps erratically around

A clock that bears a distorted face

Symbols lacking meaning

I sit quietly at my desk

In a room in which I don’t belong

Unfamiliar faces, strangers for neighbors

I feign my smile and my disposition

An interloper in a foreign life

(These are lyrics I wrote for a band I was in. I wrote them for another singer, and I’ll admit they aren’t my best lyrics written...but there is something about them I like. I haven’t submitted anything for a little while now, so I’m casting them out into the ether for anyone that might enjoy them. Admittedly, there are a few very cool lines.

At least, in my opinion. Enjoy)

I don't perceive that the world is in black or white Cus I don't believe the world is free

I can't subscribe to the notion of a-wrong or right Because the cloth wasn't cut for me

I won't pretend to understand the wicked

I can't defend the evils that men do

I haven't got much in common with

The sinners talking

The winners walking

The darkness stalking

And I can't bear the weight of the world

When the world, it won't stop spinning

And I can't share the fate of the fall

When my world, it won't stop spinning

And I can't bear the weight of the world

When the world, it won't stop spinning

And I can't share the fate of the fall

Because it just keeps a-pulling me under

I just want one chance to set something straight One chance to get this off of my mind

I want a piece of the sunshine and happiness

I want a piece of what is rightfully mine

I wanna feel the sun burning at my flesh

I wanna hear the wind a-screaming my name

I want the ground to rumble,

The sky to tumble

All around my feet

I want the earth to crumble

I can't bear the weight of the world

When the world, it won't stop spinning

And I can't share the fate of the fall

When my world, it won't stop spinning

And I can't bear the weight of the world

When the world, it won't stop spinning

And I can't share the fate of the fall

Because it just keeps a-pulling me under

So the fire rages high

The moon beckons to the night

And the world braces for the fight

As the sun begins to fall

The sky opens wide to expose the sins

The universe calls to us all

Just to welcome me in

Like a billion voices singing, softly in the night But the stars don't fall, no the stars won't fall

-Chorus outro

I wonder what fish

Understand of the sky

When their version of rain

Is a river run dry

And it turns out that fins

Are no good in the dirt

I imagine they think

They can fly

I smoke cigars

Like, a lot

And somehow I have accepted

This farcical

Going-through-the-motions

Imitation cheese existence

Of some

Half-alive automaton

That has learned to wear fake smiles

And hide in the fringes

Of disconnect

And honestly I hate it

Like, a lot

(I don’t want pity or support or any of that. I just wanted to bleed this goddamned feeling out a bit to ease the fucking pressure.)