- Daggers of Self Doubt
The sun, shadows, security in/sanity we plan for the best. Prepared for the worst, things fall apart and this was no different. We looked for the worst. We saw the reverse, and mistook it for the truth. Apparently authentic, but just a little bit skewed. We must become our own saviors. We've sewn our eyes shut after seeing the reflections of our deals with the devil in search of a savior; we must become our own. I've grown older. I've grown wiser. I've grown older and wiser just to find when we were younger we knew we were whole in the midst of aging, and thought we could see past the fall of our fathers and thought we could stay in the arms of our mothers. I drove us home and continued on passed; I heard this through the glass. From peak to trough we went and came back; I watched you as we crashed. This is nothing new, tonight this love. We captured the moment and framed it in footsteps; so goodbye this love.
- Not Waving, but Drowning
Is there any room for more mistakes that I've not already made. I'm not even sure I matter enough for this, or to be thought of. Just stop, please let it be, there isn't anything that you can say. Of my mind, of your mouth, I am not a lush it's not a choice for me. When I break free you'll know you gave up on me. It's not a lie, and you’re not the truth. Let me be, let them deal with me. You are not a saint, and your words carve a masterpiece. Written like a poet from his grave; fear was the seed you planted deep within my veins. It's not a lie and you're not the truth. Let me breathe; let them deal with me. You hold my whole world in your hand; so take care with it.
- Prayers, Not Made for Me
Here, here I stand. Crown me the unborn king. Trust me, and make something with all that you are made of. Here, here I stood. Felt the collapse of divinity. Avoiding voids of thoughts we are free in our own hearts; complete it falls apart. There, there I see. Don't pray for me if your prayer is in disgust. Don't say it's too late for me. When I am waiting here to welcome thee; enemies once friends of mine. Refugees of the ground beneath your feet; disenchanted victims of history. Come walk with me.