From the bricks with stones,

Battling differences and even clones,

Until the mess is covered up in orange cones...

Wearing the chains around the necks,

That are too heavy with perplexing...

But hold no respect...

Lying eyes seek the bible,

But lack the intelligence...

But dress in elegance...

To show off benevolence...

In a field of the Japanese trees...

Smoking memories of the fallen...

And fly to where the spirits are calling..

Now we take a rocket ship,

And plummet back to earth,

Where the grass is gone,

And the land is deceased...

Open up the ride,

To collide with calamity...

Where minds have tasted insanity...

Wine left on the tables,

Turning people mentally disabled...

Creatures call themselves "real"

But can't feel what is to be truth...

We cry and even I

About a better life around the sky...

That's where the demons lie...

About words of power and structure,

Puncture through the pulmonary veins,

And bleed a navy blue sea full of regret...

And I bet it will be enough for our God

To warm us with his removal of sin

That we chose in the first place...

As to where it all begins...

We are nothing but fish,

Trying to find our fins to swim...

In the world that has been created for us...

A home to be together,

But none want to be alone...

Because its not what they seek that is covered in chrome

Or what they hear on the phone,

Or what they see on the TV

"Bleed with me" They say...

"Worry about a seed with me" They say...

Tombstones written in Hades is where they lay...

Every night

Every fight

Every second of the hour

Minds losing power

Consuming what was to be a tower...

Clogging up lanes,

With Ferrari's and Lamborghini's

That sinks time into the concrete so fast,

That time simply commits suicide...

...

The games at night,

I see it all...

Even though I haven't...

It's easy to think, but hard to do...

Especially when your life is at a halt,

Like glue...

And when you have no crew,

No balance in your world,

In turns against you...

And you fall...

But everything is like a dart...

The chance to hit the bullseye

Is all in the rhythm 

It is never impossible...

Even with the nasty lick of luck...

The end will always pull up at your house,

And invade what was to be...

Paradise