Trouble and strife

Keep breathing
keep staying strong
keep moving on
turning from the face of sun
burn the dark before you’re done
keep breathing
keep sinking straight into the deep
keep drinking and sleeping
within all that ink
and at the end of the page
at the end of your life
you’ll have written more
than mere trouble and strife

Claustrophobic

It’s getting claustrophobic
it’s starting to suffocate
I can’t breathe tonight
cannot speak to say
write it down in blood now
but it bleeds right through
the time keeps passing on
but the day does not renew
time keeps moving forward
everything stays the same
we are not moving forward
just taking up a small place

Feel me

Never forget me
never move on
I’ll keep on writing
the same old damn song
singing of life like I’m moving forward
got you on my mind
the crazy getting bolder
feel me again
when you’re touching her skin
when you got babies
I hope you remember
the way that I tasted back in December
got you still dreaming I hope that it’s me
never forget the words you didn’t mean
I’ll always love you
though I claim that I don’t
I’ll always want you with my hands on your throat

Out of my hands

I keep moving when everything stops
sometimes I wonder if you fell off
no longer on the tracks cause you think too much
no longer thinking fast stuck in the past and stuff
I keep moving forward trying to get back to the point
I sometimes have to wonder if you got stuck in void
if maybe you don’t love me like you tell yourself you do
or maybe our plans aren’t important
at least not like you planned them to be
that maybe I keep doing me because it’ll never keep
I keep moving forward when everything has stopped
I keep thinking we’re together
but sometimes I wonder if you fell off
that I’m alone in the train cart
and we’re moving way too fast
like you don’t really love me
and you’re just stuck on the past
like I keep moving forward forward with our plans
but nothing becomes nothing
because it all falls out of my hands

How it goes

Got about a million worries
but I just don’t think
can’t let my mind dwell on the future
or my eyes might weep
crying gets you close to nowhere
never too the goal
so even with a million worries
I know I must let go
the blindest faith is hard enough
without a thought to spare
I got too much
too much trouble to even care
so I don’t think of the future going
where it’ll end up or how it goes
I just move knowing I’ll end up somewhere
and my worries may always grow
because if it’s not one thing it’s another
or another that’s how it goes

What the devil gets

I don’t respond to violence
with terror or with fear
I will not submit to evil
no the devil gets no ear
I don’t run from darkness
even when I am afraid
I will not be forced out
I will always remain
for evil doesn’t win here
and neither do your wants
I control where I go
and I never want to stop
I won’t submit to terror
to bombs, or to your guns
I don’t choose to run
when the devil comes
with everything I bleed
I fight for what is mine
the devil may have his day
but I still have my pride.