chase the scarecrow to pin his wings

I felt winter drop across your eyes

when we turn the pages and try to forget

is it everything I try to feel at once?

I start to stare across faces lost against the window

shake their hands over and over to remember it all

never try to realize we pretend too far

never try to realize it is all a disguise

I am shopping through yesterday trying to remember my name

stand like a ghost for days

burning time like angels

look across a million reflections but I can only see you

playing chessmen to win it all

but I lose my game for you

I lose my game for you

what words can I say

every hallow reaction numbed by time

impossible dreams I can’t realize

lose my doubts  from this crime scene

paint a million faces to color their days away

submerge all the thoughts holding me from falling

every discovery in the dark

turn to control this vice

fading against time every color I can’t feel

sickness slipping through my skin

every creation lost in my mind

build a million sandcastles to withstand my days

unlock a million puzzles to lose illusion one more time

turn against my true instinct

an Alter for every sin

a fortune controlled by filters in a cage

redesign the loss to win it all

reevaluate every impact gone wrong

hear a million voices through this room

every amplification to escape

overcompensate this hidden values

I saw you laughing in the dark

every substance I can’t feel

try to categorize every emotion and paint it through the wall

lock away every insecurity

a million keys spinning through your head

to break the lock against my heart

they are lost in the field to hunt their eyes

we look inside for doubts

witness every reaction to distinguish each crime

chase the scarecrow to pin his wings

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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

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

Every Sound Lost in the Ground

i look back at your eyes

paint another picture

break down the walls

color their insides

memories pushed like a swing set

when we fell hard into the sand

sun so bright I don’t understand

photographs stripped with imagination

men hunt through your dreams

drop the arrow but don’t forget to fight

hit the target but don’t die in violence

every sound lost in the ground

find the conversation before we went wrong

write your name through the pavement

every color hurts the same

every mirrored edge closing me up from the inside

half an idea hurts like a time bomb

faces shake my disguise

a reflection half-erased

tumble into the ground sift through the stars

confusion shakes me beyond comprehension

drift toward the silent rooms

run towards the forecast

every angle opening tomorrow

fingers stained with turmoil

wounds uneven shaking far from control

Kite

catch you in the basement

mind playing tricks in every inch of my skin

pick apart this dimension

ghosts lock me in the bedroom

fly a kite to catch the sun

pull harder don’t let me go

cut through my insides

wind pushing me higher

colors break apart my sickness

crash through the stars

don’t let me go

don’t let me go

run against the after image

bursting between your lungs

cut every emotion string

fly harder don’t stop my dreams

don’t leave me just yet

across every age

stand up straight

don’t shut me down

cut the strings of transparency

break the last window to find you standing there

on top of these emotions I can’t run without you

scratch my skin like razor blades

shelf-life

confusion beyond deterioration

looking for hope within

like the tunnels diving deeper inside

change beyond recollection

seams we tear apart with apathy

a clue into your instinct

the right to tranquility

men crash in shopping carts

time lifting from their hands

catching a million photographs in the wind

the bright colors drifting me closer to you

like the chemicals drifting out of sequence

a false analysis like sedimentary angels

when I grip my faith across billboard screens

the sounds lighting the future

colors like emotions re-separate

the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair

all the determination withstands a shelf-life

re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream