Closing Cell Video “Breaking Through the Neon Sky”

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“to win this battle & conquer it all”

i see the faces through the window trying to get past broken memories

i feel time slipping & wasting up inside

call another stranger to dream it all away

words are broken against the wall

too tired to let this feeling go

signs are paved like magnetism

shift the desire into a new meaning today

colors cycle through time

i hear the voices call me from the ground

count the numbers like timezones to a million dimensions

step through this loss like an epidemic

shake my skin to feel alive before second glance

I hear it all coming alive like photosynthesis

a shock hits hard against their faces

can’t wake from this daydream

can’t force myself to change obliteration

i see a million colors bursting lost days with freedom

we climb on top of this hill with hope rising past every achievable point

i see you lock your future so bright to claim it all

don’t want to finish in second place

don’t want to let them put me away

to win this battle & conquer it all

i see the colors so abstract from a million points of view

coming alive in so many different ways

“People With Matchbook Eyes”

people with matchbook eyes

decipher which way we tick

seven strikes on film

like the broken bird upon your chest

past the point of declaration

stumble through sober breaths

collapse against these mirrors

mistakes end the colors inside my head

can’t choose my face out of obscurity

words take the young from the distance

remember figures like pin-point dreams

a horseman lost in their hands

break the kite against imagination

pick apart realization

a million red balloons burst from your eyes

drive through the wall before it’s all gone too far

my true reflection half-disguised

don’t waste your breath with this disease

lost suggestions wasted upon the shore

knocking on hidden doors

can’t find the words in your eyes to pave the distance

can’t find a way out

men waste away fallen with haste

laughter half-spoken splinters a faceless disguise

patients watch children draw through magazines

lost in hospital wards to count away time

colors in the hall ingest the future sparked like multiplicity

eyes stab my insecurities

every witness they guide to the promise land

every weakness torn apart by forgiveness

which way we break the days of turmoil

men stand in the distance

break apart their pride through shores on the hill

run through time falling like horsemen

every book on film torn through the wind

I catch you in the distance in a figurine

men locked across voices

drive past my youth to breach the hidden voices

a hundred visions lost upon time

shape my words like telegraphic skies

a longshot to every fortitude

I see a million colors in the wind

to break through the locks

to withstand the beauty of a hundred pieces

to pray against a memory gone astray

I see you in the distance

to walk the waters one more time

to wash a million sins away

I see you in the distance

to walk the waters one more time

 

 

“obliterate the colors on the wall”

I see you in the distance

run down pinned dreams

in the dark too hard to focus on recreation

memories flash by your head

scared to take cover

flash the light but you don’t see me this time

all the colors falling from your head

I see you strike memories like matchsticks

every burning ignition to color my days away

too dark to contrast

out of focus towards determination

too numb to feel

too dark to contrast

every radiation point hitting us harder and harder

every face we can’t recollect

a sudden impact in our heads

crash down the obliterated sky

miles away police scan for observation

he pays the price for the vices lined up against registered skin

all the chemicals in his hands to ingest the past away

to strike the match against the wall

to withstand every word far behind

to strike the headlights to understand

don’t know which way to turn

don’t want to obliterate the colors on the wall

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

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

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