Bug Eyes

Bring back those good ol' days
Nothing feels right
Nothing ever goes my way
I threw my future away
Now I walk alone
Out here in the cold
Wandering astray
Where's my future?
I'm gonna need a home
You'd expect the same, now wouldn't you, wouldn't you?

Your journey back to birth its haunting you it's haunting you
Your departure from the earth, its haunting you, it's haunting you

Only those who accept will find that acceptance in return
When you've been trimmed down like hedges,and told just to sit, and wilt, and
spit at each other from a distance
With constant resistance from you
Gonna need a home
You'd expect the same now wouldn't you, wouldn't you?

Your journey back to birth is haunting you, it's haunting you
Your departure from the earth is haunting you, it's haunting you

It's been ten years strong, thats much too long
It's time to do something good for my health
Time to do somethin' good for myself
It's been ten years strong, thats much too long
It's time to do something good for my health
Time to do somethin' good for myself
I've wasted all this time, I've wasted all this time

Your journey back to birth is haunting you, it's haunting you
You departure from the earth is haunting you, it's haunting you

Your journey back to birth is haunting you, it's haunting you
Your departure from the earth is haunting you, it's haunting you







Ode To The Sun

Its gone from Light to grey
Thought I'll move those clouds away
Letting the sun shine through
In this Ode to you
Let the demons have their place
Historic angels you'll create
And disguised within the dark
I will wait
My love, my love, you're my soul

Will you,
Please accept, please accept, this ode
This is all for you, transcend

We flip towards the sun,
Wheels skidding on the road,
A flowing sea around
The whole city glows
My love, my love, you'are my soul

Will you,
Please accept, please accept, this ode
This is all for you, transcend

Will you,
Please accept, please accept, this ode
This is all for you, transcend

Fiasco

Rubberneck, passing motorist
Mangled to the cancerous
Repair this tattered skin
Hold it in your hand
You've already gliscened through the window
You've already set her soul (free)
Free
Free

Please accept, please accept, this ode
This is all for you, transcend

Will you,
Please accept, please accept, this ode
This is all for you, transcend

Fiasco







Sanzen

I can't even concentrate on this,
It's over thought, anticipated,
The pen ink is running dry,
It's been thrown to paper and wasted,

Creativity has been blocked and over tasted,
Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it

Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon

These papers are stuck in this book,
'till they're torn out and pasted,
to inside of my memory,
where I can later look and see them in a new gallery,
where they can later be viewed and appreciated.

Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon,
We'll be with you soon

Longing for what has been lost,
And longing for what hasn't been obtained,
It's a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future,
Only now remains

Hold on, hold on, we'll be with you soon,
We'll be with you soon







Yatahaze

climbing
building us up
tearing me down
lifted back up we are climbing
all of this time
drifting right back to the ground

suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly

questioning, and saying
our opinions, they're failing
they're constantly changing
our ignorance, remaining
we're hoping, and waiting
we're living, but dying
while tring to find out
my meaning isn't planned out
come to the conclusion
might as well be an illusion
while trying to find out
i did nothing, but shut out