Society

Once again, the knot strikes at my soul
I can feel it burning a gaping hole
As I fail to understand this baseless lore
And its held me in despair before.

How can it be that we have sown
A garden full of thorns on our own?
Where every step we take is beset
With strings of expectations and cultivated regret?

Frustrating boundaries and vile fences
Jump them and there will be consequences
Dwelling so far from the simplicity of existence,
We have betrayed life and its very essence.

You are but a mere shadow passing through
And yet you find the time for your prejudices and rules
How many of those will you carry with you?
Will it all help you when you're lying dead and drenched in fuel?

Oh! the unfairness of it all
Will I ever overcome and stand tall?
Will you ever see what I have seen?
And go where I have been?

A victim of YOUR thoughts and YOUR rules
Should I follow in the wake of the fools
To be accepted and to have thee
Or sever these chains and walk away free?

Help Me?

Gone are days when you were you and I was I
Now we're ruled by rules and expectations
Careful where you tread my dear
There's some strings you don't wanna sear
I've looked and searched all I can
Seems there's no way happy, out of here.

Wont you help me? Wont you help me?
Wont you help me to see?

If my life was my own to live, would we,
Have held our hands in silence and walked away?
The knot within my heart it stings,
Pouring out with every word I speak
The wave of fate is above my head
Gotta dive if I want to see the light

So wont you help me? wont you help me?
Wont you help me to breathe?

As I close my eyes this night,
Know my love you are on my mind.

Wont you help me? wont you help me?
Wont you help me to live?

Slash and Burn

Splinters flying everywhere,
There's a hint of red up in the air
And then the silvery sound of glass
Comes bouncing off these lonely walls.

Torn and jaded by the consequence
Of my desire to jump the fence
Thought the grass was greener at your end
Yes its greener if I can pretend.

If I bait and wait, trust my fate,
Will this ever end?
Or should I slash and burn as seasons turn
And see what's around this bend?

Bunch O' My Brain - Weary

Crimson is the color of this evening
That burdens the very crux of my soul
It rips my heart and makes me sigh
A clanging, empty, vessel that but now was whole.