1. ASYMMETRICAL

On we march towards the sky, desperate wings soaring night
But we must carry on, though we fight while unfit.

They may say we are lost, that our pain is mental
We can fight for our escape, until we know that now both Sides match


2. THE LIGHT THAT CARRIES ME

Pressure rising, seeking its grace
Elliptical, eggshell, numbered
So eternal, no sight beyond
Will this give me any peace?

Just swallow and take what it has to give.

Tear the skin away from the bone
Will I finally be able to detach?
Where does my body and flesh end?
And where does the mind begin?
Can I have any say in this, or must I submit I will?
Just reach on in and take one more, the end will make itself Close enough.

In these endless halls of fury, only the white doorways exit
Rhythmic throbbing in my vision, I can hear the mal motif.

The cold liquid guides it on its path.

Tear the skin away from the bone
Will I finally be able to detach?
Where does my body and flesh end?
And where does the mind begin?
Can I have any say in this, or must I submit I will?
Just reach on in and take one more, the end will make itself Close enough.

Away
Away we fly to the sky, with your sole hand in mine.

Will you take me all the way?
Or will I just drop to the ground, a million miles from Decay?

In a haze of confusion and denial, I will make myself reborn
One more swallow and my body will be torn, and my spirit Will fly free.

So I flee towards the light that carries me.
Towards the light that carries me.
Towards the light that carries me.
Towards the light that carries me


3. BEYOND THE FOURTH WALL

Bearing the burden of defeat, what I feel is her deceit
This mirror watches my own play about my dismay.

This final wall I cannot break to icelandic fields of snakes
The audience participates in her fate.

For her I am a stranger, a desperate, depraved madman
But she will come to know my name and the depths of my soul.

Who ever said you can’t kill someone you love?
Indecency is not something I’m above
I know my place as the wretched vile insect, the weeping Killer that all of you reflect.

The slippery descent that all of you bear witness see
A one man show about the depths of man’s depravity.

This device of immolation is my tool of her damnation
Won’t you watch my show?
Beyond the fourth wall is where I’ll go.

I have no rationale
Am I evil or diseased?
This crime of self indulgence, a gift to my gross fantasy.

This is the best, the best of me


4. THE RED WALTZ

(Instrumental)


5. FIRST WORLD PHENOMENON

What makes us so false and dejected that 1.2 million of us a year make the unending decision that brings it all to an End?

More than twice of us, where freedom is lost to choose your Beliefs or morality.

Inane is our condition
Why can we not perceive our great fortune?
Don’t we know that this is our only known form of awareness?

Some sort of evolutionary fault that makes us jump off the Cliff
Just like the lemmings dive into the sea, with fear we Embrace our own deaths
Some call it the work of the lonely coward, an Existentialist greed
But all of us fight that burning desire, and in our shame we Hide it.

We struggle to find meaning through burden
Why do we act on so much we cannot win?
Shall we hold hands while diving into the sea?
Let’s breath in our last hopes, staring to the bleak.

Up into the night.

An endless cavalcade of cars in the sky
Rustles in the wind of endless denial
Where did we lose our struggle to survive?
A thankless chore we’ve made of our lives.

So little we strive to our potential
The stars beckon while we dig our holes
All this fortune, distorted by fear
We clip off our wings, from cages we lear.

Our freedom is so near
We have to hold it close, or sacrifice to life our destiny To exist.

Together we can overcome this first world phenomenon
Let’s raise our fists into the air and embrace the sky
Let’s call upon ourselves to change our desires
Let’s shout these words from way up high and embrace our Lives

The circle won’t be broken by the ashes of defeat
Our silence won’t be deafening, our words won’t be lies
We rise above the the plane of deceit
Our self-fulfilling destinies will be the trail we leave Behind