1. THE CLINCHER

Touch!

I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's buried
This body's left the soul

Could we have known
Never would I, helped to nail down

Careful of drifting off
Now losing taste and touch
Turning a pale blue leaning in to say
This body's left the soul
The brain needs oxygen
Can't sneak around this bait
His catacomb has got me by the chin
This body's left the soul

Could we have known
Never would I, helped to nail down
With nothing to gain, here's the clincher
This should be you
No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade
And touch
No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade
The Earth
No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade
The earth

Well could we have known
Never would I, helped to nail down
(I'll stand for nothing less)
With nothing to gain, here's the clincher
This should be you
(Made cold and crippled)
This happened to be never changing
Holding inside
(Or never stand again)
The phobia viewed
Made cold and crippled
Ending it all

No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade
The Earth
No sad charade
No sad charade
No sad charade


2. GET SOME

I tried an idea for no reason
Keep the sun off our shoulders
Crawling back to

A black out
Touching new life
Face down
Set the pace again

The drive the idea still existing
Sat and shuddered broke the pattern
Falling inward
In and down up and out
Let it go follow way back
Call it off any day anyway
Make you feel this

Don't take the fall
We'd hate to see
That's entertainment
Get some

Eyes on the goal
Last one to get
Is passed over looked over
Never rehearse
They've spiked a war
It's in the blood
Get some

We've underestimated
How can I
Get some

How can I...
How can I...
How can I...
Get some

How can I...
How can I...
How can I...
Get some

A blackout
Could this be the one

A blackout
Could this be the one

A blackout
Could this be the one


3. VITAMIN R

Some will learn, many do. cover up or spread it out.
Turn around, had enough, pick and choose or pass it on.
Buying in, heading for suffer now or suffer then
And it's bad enough, I want the fear, need the fear
'Cause he's alone (the fear has become)
He's alone (the fear has become)

Well, if they're making it, and you're pushing it,
And you're leading us along.
The hassle of all the screaming fits,
That panic makes remorse.

After all, what's the point? 'cause levitation is possible.
If you're a fly; achieved and gone; there's time for bliss & so much more.
It's difficult, create a world; a special place of my Design.
To never cope , or never care , just use the key
'Cause he's alone (the fear has become)
He's alone (the fear has become)

Over and over I slave.
Became over and over a slave.
Became over and over a slave.
Became over and over a slave.


4. STILL RUNNING

We should all have hope and look towards the day where man realizes that the sounds Exiting his mouth are mostly Complaints and a change occurs

Say it say it
Say it say it
Along you support
Then embrace another reason to see
Success we unfold
Clutching firm betting he panics for sure
Say it say it that it's done
I want it, want it need it done
The lie, want to know
Has it met, expectations so far

Say it say it that it's done
I want it, want it need it done
Still running never waking up
To say it
Still running never waking up
Say it

Selfishly walking through killing the angles
Picking and choosing to screw
All of us one by one
So run make amends
Feeling torn boy you better be sure


5. BREACH BIRTH

Be brave, reshape.
Can't force all, into molds.
Passing out, schematics.
Forcing all into molds!

Once more about to change.
Some try and fall beneath molds!

Well it's your right so,
I'll keep on this path!
(Turning around,
Bending the shapes,
Cutting it in.)
We could excel beyond, the latter fools!
(Start a new tone,
Hating the same,
Empty the room.)

So create, reclaim.
Sovereign shapes, tempting us.
Ration out, their schematics.
Dare we live, without molds!?

So far what's left between.
They try and fail beneath molds!

Well it's your right so,
I'll keep on this path!
(Turning around,
Bending the shapes,
Cutting it in.)
We could excel beyond, the latter fools!
(So start a new tone,
Hating the same,
Empty the room.)

Feel locked in a room,
And starting to choke.
Enticing the shame.
Awaken a world, our own...

Well it's your right so,
I'll keep on this path!
(Turning around,
Bending the shapes,
Cutting it in.)
We could excel beyond, the latter fools!
(So start a new tone,
Hating the same,
Empty the room.)

So be brave,
Reshape,
Create,
Reclaim
So be brave,
Reshape,
Create,
Reclaim


6. PANIC PRONE

Gave in again, the bastard.
Can't keep refusing rights
So he'll loan the cash,
But the sin
Is on the hands of you.

So to care or
Plead silence,
Weak hands are calling.

There's close enough,
And there's too far,
It won't change an empty stare.
But I can't seem to end
These images,
Hauntingly looks like hell.

Come, enter the foreign.
Face, all that's shameful.
Cheat, may the past find
Out; separating...

To end this catastrophic scene
Awake and breathe in.
(To care or,care or,
To care or , care or]


7. ANOTHER KNOW IT ALL

Damn you're so dull
Still need to borrow your hate
Change what they can
Persuade us back under cover
Oh old you're so over
Who made you king of the ages
Tending the wounds
Thinking of adding another

But the
Chosen never wrong
He sat holding
Several thoughts
I'll take anything
That's not bolted down
Tricking us in, don't get along if they're brothers
So phasing it out, correcting vision with fists
And drawing a line, still give it less than a week
Checking the wounds, thinking of adding another

Free what's bolted down


8. TUG-O-WAR

Feed the cut and get in line,
To live and burn is tug of war

Raped!

Go back and forth until it's learned
To suffer now or nothing's gained
Then wake within a freezing sweat
Push and pull, collecting doubt
Starting seeds

Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
The reason never outweighs the truth
So backing up and lean against
The liars club cometh shame
Wasting farther collecting doubt
Starting seeds

Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
So hand it off, don't care enough
Cause ignorance, is in blissful reach
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
Lost inspiration, never played the game
A severed attempt ignored
Feed, the last head trip


9. TO RETURN

To return to the cold
It isn't much fun
To touch the trees no one has known
Go rest your head
Cause you can't miss this

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn't know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you can't miss this

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more

Keep on burnin' through the noose

Keep on...

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak

To return, to the cold
It isn't much, but I'm free at last


10. EMOTIONAL DROUGHT

It's possible that the worst
Of the inside
Could take our pencils away
End creating
Can't let the teachers lay waste
Of a new mind
Prevent emotional drought
And watch the pace quicken
Try to never touch
Try to never touch

Won't keep holding back my conscience
Realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you
Let's turn our wretched debates into action
By diplomacy gain, back a handshake
Tied and unable to tend, to the wounds that were made
So much closer to shame we see but never touch

Search
For
Truth
One more man
Tearing at the throat of
One more man
Never dropped as fast as
One more man
Coloring the fate of
One more man
Is better than the fate of you


11. BENT THE BRACKET

So the water's thickening, his collar's pulled
Begin to be aware...
It's on
That he needs to focus, beyond that man
He brings a world of pain...
Cause,

The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry... refused

So we bend the bracket, shove it down
Anything to make it fit...
It's on
And being foolish, won't cover up
Exposing them as fakes...
But,

The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry... must refuse

So boredom captured another fool
Shredding him to bits
It's on
And the more we tense up, avoiding pain
You'll never learn a thing
Cause,

The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry refused
But,
The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry... must refuse