1. BELOW THE SALT

Runaway, I am the son of intentions gone wrong, a destroyer
My eyes are just a funeral stare out the window
Where the city grows cold with the letters I wrote
And the blood that sits in my lungs will be our forgotten songs
With insecurity wrapped firmly around our necks
We swing into the depths and lose our innocence
All over again, all over again
I'll strike this chord to the wanderer's sound to fill lonely nights
And the chorus of empty goodbyes
Your eyes a grave with neon designs, I read what's etched One last time
'Just turn off the lights'
We keep on running
We keep on lying
We keep on running like empty horses with no place to go
And as the road, begins to fade away
I close my eyes, and still nothing disappears
As the sound of slamming doors become the haunts
of my reckless years
Below the salt and below the dirt, where my thoughts will stay
My heart howls its last fury at dim lit moon
It's an old song, where I don't know
What I'm still doing here


2. DISSONANCE

The record spins, as empty words will resonate the city stroke
of a lifeless pen
Where truth is concealed in archaic prose
As these feelings are growing cold
Time and time again
In endless narrative
Until I rip out the page
And damn the ink that says 'I will drown in all of them again..'
I found warmth under the last light of this town
yet the dissonance creates a distance from finding my way out
As I lie awake I see my hands begin to shake to hold the hope
That I can make it one more night and not fall victim
To the rhythms of this hell
So all I'll ask of you is that you never, never turn off the light
But if all else fails, I'll bury my soul in 3/4ths time
So all I'll ask of you is that you never, never turn off the light
Since I feel there is still something, something left inside of me
No hope.
No hope.
Lights out.
Light out.


3. CITY LAMENTS

The streetlights burn the pictures of home
Into the dark ends of last chance border town
And in the back streets the misconception
Was that you would of come around
I curse these thoughts into god's empty sky
To all the ghosts of past lives I want to say: goodbye
The sands of my youth were stolen by violence
I wash these wounds in the rush of the tide
I'll never ask for your forgiveness
On the grounds where others have lied
Under a dead moon deceit, where stars are too distraught to shine
The winters melt into a page of black spring
As the great change comes alive
In a dream or reverie, the new frontiers are just a facade
To hide the face of the old haunts howling
'You can never go home again'
To the sound of a train, a dead heart or the crashing waves
Falling out of yesterday's doorways and into new desperate avenues
It's just you and me at the dark ends of these fucking streets
Let's try a little harder to cast some light
Where the darkness reigns
..... You can never go home again, you can never go home ........
In the madness of time age we have abandoned faith
I kiss her lying stone and ask myself why I feel so betrayed
If my ink is just waste then I'll put this pen to my throat
I'll take advice from the setting sun, but before I go
I wanted you to know
There is no grave,
There is no grave for me,
There is no grave beyond this stage


4. BROTHERS IN BROKEN ARMS

Torn from the womb and eyed by the wolves
The sound of silence filled our empty rooms
As we vied for someone to take us away
We held one last truth between our teeth
We are the sons of neglect
I don't know how you could forget
Brothers in broken arms
Has the blood really lost it's charm?
Against the let down of the summer sun
The chain links of betrayal never held us in
We forged a chance and skipped the family stone
If we can be two brothers, we are never alone
We are never alone
There's no one coming for us
Let old wounds shed the light of new destinations
There's no one coming for us
I died that day we turned our backs
if we can just crucify these memories onto childhood streets
Then little brother, our blood can show it's color again
Little brother, you've confused your pride
Into a darkness that is now our lives
Little brother, let the fire of old songs
Put warmth in your cold, cold heart