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To all who care and to those who don't to all who love and to all who won't let it be said to all who stand is it our purpose to belittle trying to be grand from the lonely road returning to the desolate sand the humble abode the journey of a man through the silence calm and serene ever alone to atone, even in dreams through the soil into the earth on a journey to grave from birth

Give me a hug Oh won't you please But you just shrug And I don't want to leave I know my crime I know why I'm alone Through the passing of time To become just as cold And let the rain fall Down in the park I say it doesn't hurt at all When I'm in a place so dark

Look into my eyes or at least just open yours I know everything dies but don't leave these closed doors The roses, the people The tears on their cheeks Gathered in a steeple I won't find the life I seek I'm standing And she's laying in white sheets Yet we both have hearts That no longer beat

The blue and purple hues A rising moons caress Watch life's last light diffuse Through creeping darkness Take one last sip Holding on to the end Time will rip But will it bend Stare into the ideal It shows what we lack What can never be real What won't come back

Moon in the late hours and the panels of light A soul solely will never satiate Only burning, bright false light The encompassing unknown And the blurred lines between Make the imagination grow And burst at the seems And lo Living waking dreams

The sun on its beams Wind enters its sail A deck with rails A vessel of dreams carry me higher boat in the sky on this wind we fly For the future is dire The grey pale clouds A wall of force Do we enter, of course Into the shroud Does the wind rip at the seams Flood the deck And the ground does beck For these shacking beams

Take solace in this earth solace in the air the calm isolation knowing that... no one is there. leave if you must I will let you go The warmth in goodbye is the rain I'll never show But at least there silence unnatural, quiet peace The world knows When it is time to grieve No time like the present and plenty time to spare To explore the empty hole left inside now that you aren't there

Hey mister, I'm not try'in to make a scene but your hat...     smells like gasoline. But that's not what I mean I'm not try'in to be mean at all but you hat...      smells like methanol And one day a little girl gave me a nudge and asked me why this pond was filled with sludge why the pipe from the factory looked like an elephant I began to raaaaant We need less socialist grants we need more trees and plants we need more recompense And our forest not to be sparce but dense maybe then this little girl could have kids who see what we can right now ohh, ohh, ohh, oh, oh so can't ya see please pardon me I'm not try'in to be rude by mak'in th

A path parting nine ways Bathed in the light of a white glaze Traveling beyond days The fleeting feeling It stays A future so bright So blinding In the present Its binding To the flesh To the scars The blood sacrifice Before reaching the stars... Of heaven When the current punishment Out ways the currency of the future Star light Star bright But a blight Haunting the night And I think I may But know I might Seek an end Not obscure Not all right But visible in the light

Sweet dreams are made of these broken souls and memories of days long since past things that could never last drown in the dying days of yesterday in festering decay for we all must pay the price for what cannot stay. Sweet dreams are from those with grief for relief from a life of strife like a knife on glass and it will never pass into the past Sweet dreams forever haunting the nights of the haunted self taunted to the hope the fragrant dope but nope nothing comes nothing sums of sweet dreams.