- Hands Of Penance
These walls became a cage
Scratched with delicate wounds that mark a dying day
The scraps of breath I take belong to someone else
The dirt is all I know
Chained in line with the other sick, forgotten souls
Stuck with lies they told and wished they never found
What good is fear to a man when he's lost everything else?
- Neighbors
Beauty the words we have painted.
Please, please let us change the world.
Damn the ammunition straight to Hell
When death by age is so unfamiliar.
Set this moment blue so I can burn it.
For once in my life let me make the difference.
So let's burn it.
Hold our neighbors to our chests,
- The Lantern And The Firefly
I have a lantern. I turned it into a rocket for the sky, illuminating the ground in which I play. But my mother told me to put it away, led me to my room and made me a bed to lay. I have a firefly, tied to a string. I led into the sky. Casting out silver light onto the beds in which we slumber. But my mother told me to put it away. I killed the firefly, I lead him into the lantern in the sky. Oh mother what have I done?
- Tied To The Sunset
Yet again approaches that time of year when the quiet meets the cold.
They'll shake hands and sit down and sip on dejection reaped from the seeds
sown by people like me, I follow, too closely, my own lead.
They'll see to it that rivers freeze just like our daily routines.
Now, forced from living to surviving, we've never been so awake.
Filled with smoke from the stacks of a city buried in haste
concerned with ice sheeting the ways to where we need to be.
I'll curse them up and down, pacing in refuge I built in the bosom of the warmth.