Looking at the midnight sky
I wonder why I cannot cry
why I can’t just feel something
breathe the pain I know I need
why can’t I just feel the pain
know that I still have the shame
looking at the midnight sky
black it turns to blue in time
I wonder why I cannot feel
can’t express it so I can’t heal

The crazies

We all want to be crazy
drowning in our pain
talk about the cutting
kiss strangers in the rain
we all want to be broken
have problems not to heal
we just want the world to know
these problems are all real
we all want to be crazy
have trauma on the shelf
we just want to show our scars
all that social kind of wealth
drowning in our pain
we never really sink
our feet have hit the ground
we’re standing firmly now
but we will cry and weep
it’s the craziness you see

All the meaning

I don’t want to talk about it
don’t want to think at all
just want to watch the skyline
rise up and over these walls
don’t want to know it’s real
don’t think I need to feel
spend all this time to heal
and say there’s nothing wrong
I don’t want to speak the words
talk about and forget the hurt
I just want to watch the skyline
rise up and break the ceiling
just forget all the meaning

When the picture fades

Look, look here
we’ve got a problem
I fear
you’ve sung the wrong song
once again
now it’s over
now you’re dead.
Can you see it?
Is it real?
Do you know how
this time you’ll heal
without the breaking
or sick nuance
this time you’ll see it
you won’t get off.
Look, look here it comes again
the lies you told
the things you meant
yes, I have broken once again
the second story
comes to this end.


Nightmares live inside of me
cannot silence darkest screams
cannot live outside the dream
reflections of unwashed memories
nightmares live in veins and breath
cannot die I live within
flesh that burns away at night
vulnerable to madmen sight
nightmares live inside of me
if I let them die I’ll have relief
but then the nightmares gain something
a truth outside the flesh I bleed
now they’re out no more looking in
the nightmares starts when healing begins

Repair the machine

Cut down the woods
break out the goods
put a bullet in Fido
break the world
not mine though
drink the poison
and the well
know how you are
time will tell
cut down all
that might prevail
and you’ll find you
have not repaired.

Friendly kind of virus

Take me
take me in to you
let me loose
within your mind
you’ll find in time
I’ll soothe
every wound
you cannot heal
every demon left to kill
the light behind
those dying eyes
take me as your sacrifice
I will find the damage done
heal you with the use of tongue
break your bones and drain your will
do you even know how healing feels?