1. ANCHOR

Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails
Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails
Whenever you exhale, I breathe it in the air
You offer me a seat in your electric chair

Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in

And every day you ask yourself, "Why was I born?"
Because every migraine feels like wearing a crown of thorns
And all the time I find you crawling on all fours
Because any movement sends you falling through trap doors

Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in

Your tongue in cheek
Too late it's already days and weeks before we can make Ends meet
Am I right? And you're wrong?
Too late it already takes too long, too much to be flushed With you
Oh, too much to be flushed with you

Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails
Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails

Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in


2. JOY OPPOSITES

He loves to hate, she hates to love, lonely above
His dirty mind, she just stays clean and sober

True romance in joy opposites always is the case
When you only enjoy taking on all the colors that surround You

She's on the fence, he's on the ground, laid our face down
She takes so long, he's hanging on forever

True romance in joy opposites always is the case
When you only enjoy taking on all the colors that surround You

Any of sign of life you might want to share with me Tonight, oh
Oh, any sign of life you might want to share with me Tonight, oh

He's always lost, she knows the way, softly he'll say,
"Can you bring me at your pace? Bring me at your place."

True romance in joy opposites always is the case
When you only enjoy taking on all the colors that surround You

True romance after all

True love in joy opposites always is the case


3. DARK DRIVING

I know you came in the room
Because everything is out of tune
Dressed in a red devil's suit,
You're in some manic pursuit
To try and capture me fast
You want to think of me
As some kind of killer at large,
But I'm only a mirage

The reality check is in the mail
I could have sworn that I paid you off
I could have sworn that we made amends
All squared away
But all I see are knives
Screaming out of your mouth

I know you came in the room
Because everything is out of tune
Dressed in a red devil's suit,
You're in some manic pursuit
To try and capture me fast
You want to think of me
As some kind of killer at large,
But I'm only a mirage

The reality check is in the mail
I could have sworn that I paid you off
I could have sworn that we made amends
All squared away
But all I see are knives
Screaming out of your mouth


4. LIFT OFF

Right way down the wrong road
Wrong way down the right road
Hey man, watch where you're going
Hey man, watch where you're going

Lift-off!
We're on our way home
Lady, that's when you'll say to me:
"We'll do what we can..."

We're in orbital mode
We're on our way to the top floor
Hey man, watch where you're going
Hey man, watch where you're going

Lift-off!
We're on our way home
Lady, that's when you'll say to me:
"We'll do what we can...
Anything at all to make you comfortable
Before we re-enter the atmosphere"

If a crash-landing ends our trek
I'll be first to leave the wreck
Hey man, go where I go
Hey man, know what I know

Lift-off!
We're on our way home
Lady, that's when you'll say to me:
"We'll do what we can...
Anything at all to make you comfortable
Before we re-enter the atmosphere"


5. BIG RIFF

And we continue to chase the sun
Only to burn up both our hands
And we will find out what's to know...
In warning winds the truth will blow

You might find I'm feeling all the guilt
Dragging out the hours, all decieved
Both are harmless and haunting to me
Now remember your heroes
As a cancel out zero
Like you were young again

A man you haven't seen in years
Ressurecting your deepest fears
Returns a favor unto himself...
By turning us the other cheek

You're just a coat of red in hell.
Tired of turning us away

You might find I'm feeling all the guilt
And now remember your heroes
As a cancel out zero
You were never the one to break away

Dragging out the hours, all deceived
And now remember your heroes
As a cancel out zero
You were never the one to break free

You turn your eyes to gray
You turn your eyes away
You

You're another coat of red in hell.
Kill this child to made sure I've raised him well.

On a concrete road to recovery
Cause I'm knocking over every cone
In front of me.


6. JUPITER

The metronome was wrong again
My heart has surely gone and skipped a beat
Now the rhythm is all right
And i can understand your point of view

Jupiter this city is so bright
The kind of light that spots your eyes with white
Jupiter your beauty doesn't mind
To be the center of my universe
Jupiter you're seemingly so right for me

Your blood is sweet like wine
And until i run out of vine
I'll keep my seat on the edge of your mind
Dead in the vine of love
Well, visit me in my dreams tonight

I keep my seat on the edge


7. LUMINANCE

Magnetic tapes are old bloodstreams
For this recording calm machine.
We're serving all the jaded hearts
Of those without a place to start.
And washing them all of mistake; ill confidence could Never fake
The notes and bolts that ring this song:
Expired tales of love gone wrong.

Why do I stay the same?
Why do I hear your name on every street, on every path?
Luminance.

Why do I hear your name?
Why do I feel the same in every dream I ever have?
Luminance.

Standing in a freezing place beyond,
Until your heart has stopped its chime.
Branded with an order number, and washing them all of Mistake.


8. JUGGERNAUT

Old places fade hard, and no matter how long
You row upstream, the water still makes waves
That carry the rest of us away.

You are what you weep,
From your head down to the sleet.
Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place
Void in all hints of home.
Watch with your heart, run with your gut,
Ever so careful not to lose
The fragile beauties of motivation.
A whir of warning winds signal me back to birth.

Watch with your heart, run with your gut,
Ever so careful not to lose your mold.
"They laughed to all the intrusive music,
They danced hard enough
To wake from a non fiction-based nap,
They killed me
When I couldn't be a source of entertainment,
Strung like a puppet to every degree of debt
In social contribution by the migraine."
Our fight keeps using a voice
That needs rekindling.
I promised wet weather to myself
From the moment I set foot into my own autopsy.
Past all the shimmer,
Beyond the urine-stenched conglomerates
Of those without a set of eyes
To make contact with.

"There is but the utter of all necessaries,
Pushing ones that brimming light
Through the dregs of apartment life,
A necessity that
Leaves me short of breath in the end.
Watch with your heart, run with your gut.
Primate winds blow me back to old bloodstreams


9. HALO OF FLIES

Reality rose like the sun,
And still I slept through it:
"I can always witness it another morning..."
The thoughts like these
Are cemented in procrastination.
Now this part of 'she' is liquid form
Somewhere on the floor,
As a self-defiant need for a cure.

Diagnosed to emerge and roam away
From roads as thick as foam.
You wish to burn the candles
That quietly service the arm.

Another day with the shades pulled down
Until the swallow returns her to sleep.
A father knocks on the silent door
While this part of 'she'
Has become an inferno shame,
Louder than we expect from such silent candles
Not so secret anymore.

Now the eyes of my eyes have opened.
Now the eyes of my ears cling dear.
Never let the swallow return you back to sleep.
The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten Here, and Again
I know reality shall rise tomorrow.
This time I hope to be awake,
For I cannot postpone another morning.
Never let the swallow return you to sleep


10. CROSSBEARER

Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon Wind into its ears.
I'm not getting an answer. How can you be so fucking real?
Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me Of a figment.
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess.
Holy wars, killing in the name of god,
The right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen Greatness.
I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol.
And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for Myself,
Proving my existence without this form of worship.
So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship,
Or kill me in the name of God.
I only understand its hate,
The skin beneath a mask of shallow actions
With a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind