this fallen shelter

take too long when the pressure is difficult to fight

something painted through the door keeps me from this existence

pace through the walls until belief strikes through lost photographs caught up against time

faceless voices appear behind your distant eyes

try to describe washed apart colors burning with a million visions

crawl past hospital wards

wake from tomorrow in the distant past

define our values falling past memorization

when i’m always at fault for the price I pay

conversations burning up from inside this fallen shelter

I heard cathedral bells lost in their minds

look across the ocean

step through paralyzed visions

empty out my pockets to where we belong

wait for this burning instinct to make it out on time

place this book through your hands

up on the inside recreation takes its toll

don’t try to cast judgement

burn past every secret yearned for

dust off part of every memory when we lose the thrill of a million places

faces stand in their way

a ladder to crawl through pieces of time

washed apart

stand through the distance

focus on right and wrong

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damaged by blue and green

push a test of authenticity through the glass

wires of strains lost in dream

conflict submerged eternally like sinking ships

crystal visions split apart

every edge of color separated at the seam

an accomplice falling through the motorcade

tied to strings damaged by blue and green

ingest the sentiment lost in chemical crowds

wave the flags but don’t watch us fall

overspend my loss of functionality

words spread apart by a strain of control

break apart the seconds detrimental to this hope

pin my fingers against the wall

every fingernail damaged by words that bleed

don’t want to live inside the splinter cell

words break my face with violence

stillness gone away

Men Push Their Days Away In Factory Wards

chasing cars like motorcade

reach through your mind

don’t forget the steps we choose to get this far

men push away their days

in factory wards

empty out my imagination

but are we doing fine?

cars crash behind longevity

pictures burned between my fingers

stamp out every frame

run through the horses

capture my faith

shake this pain apart

Between The Needle And The Thread

you hold me across the rooftops lost in memory

choices we don’t know why

counting the time left in my head

years wasting away in our youth

on top of the brightest sky

can’t carry the distance

can’t choose the relapse like the needle to the thread

so far away I can’t touch the waves

so far away I can’t find single soul

walking through the sandstorm

remember when the mistakes kept us hidden

remember what breaks me

remember what wakes me

so far divided between the needle and the thread

call the telescopic eyes

washed ashore burning the truth ahead

words bleed with past lives

wasting away in machinery

walking through the train

footsteps creek

Crystal Static Machine

tried to erase the hours inside my head

break the walls inside

it’s tomorrow I can’t feel

sounds breaking through my window

I have a choice

I have a voice

that won’t distance

before I take a stance

a crystal static machine

prove my denial

change so optimistic

Kick Apart Emotional Detail

comprehend this allusion hurting from the inside

weakened humiliation breaks against your face

witness my retrieval

step into the blue room

every mistake falling through floor

kick apart emotional detail

pride left to shatter

half breathing, half alive

confusion beating apart

try to extinguish this confusion

it all burns away behind abandoned forecasts

the secret world lost in her colors

dismantle the price of illusion

truth foreign to regret

splinter through damaged voices

the floor breaks down in outcast

Breaking Castles With Stone

i break these castles with stone

a second chance to sail the seas

leaving on the train

God tells me it’s not all in my head

shake it all away

don’t get used to this world

every color running from your skin

I had the truth written in stone

every mark of stability

men hunt me down like animals

hanging from the tree

I see you there

stone cold

you can’t hear my call

weapons lost to machinery

break my fingers with disguise