- Days of Light
the pressing issue of time. is it worth it and how long will it take? with a negative state of mind approaching doors with hesitance. looking back i've seen the error in our ways. using anger as a crutch to waste through many days. stand up fight back, depression eats at you like a plague. the difference is this time, we won't let it decide our fate. the desecration of one’s spirit can be perfect reason for change. when you realize you've gone too far and everything needs to stop. further down along your path the deserts will have seen many rains. continue forth, no looking back, and you'll see the tides have changed. the ups and downs of all our lives. the words we've said, the times we've tried. we can never take them back, but they've helped form our true path. the desecration of one’s spirit can be the perfect reason for change. when you realize you've come so far and there's no choice but to go. i've faced these struggles, i've ran this race, i've been down the same roads, live the same way. it's in these moments, that we hide, and one day well all emerge to see the light. and I hope our days of light will come soon.
- Displaced
when does the human cost become too high for a better machine? your father’s father dreamed of the day the machine would take the pain away, but did he ever feel he could be replaced, displaced and led astray? did he know his son’s son would struggle to make a life? confused and overwhelmed, forced too early to choose what’s right. pressure builds inside, choose to run and hide, but now he’s seen what’s better for him. wake another day, turn the other way, face to face with reality. too many lives being lived on the streets to not ask the question when does the human cost become too high for a better machine?
- Paid For Hate
a job is a job in this day and age, but one has the rights to take your rights away. to serve and protect or hurt and neglect, supposed to keep us safe but strike fear in our hearts with every move we make. on any given night, walking down the street, they choose to stop by and sweep you off your feet. your face meets the ground, your jaw cracks in two, but that's what "resisting arrest" gets you. another high school jock becomes a cop. ready to smash your face for gender or race. no matter what you do, they’ll pin something on you, there's no escape from irrational hate. you run and you run but you cannot win. their final say the laws with them. you cannot reach for freedom of speech when the ones in charge won't let you speak. there's no time for wishful thinking in this state of social unrest. with bullets flying people are dying, live in the hands of a badge and vest. you have no say in when you walk away and if you do you're “lucky". one infringement of what they said can leave you staggering or dead.
- The Strumbellas
I got guns in my head and they won't go
Spirits in my head and they won't go
I got guns in my head and they won't go
Spirits in my head and they won't
I been looking at the stars tonight
And I think oh, how I miss that bright sun
I'll be a dreamer 'til the day I die
- Time Got Lost
i've seen addiction drag its claws through the skin leaving many scars. if i use time to decide then yours was too short. it was your choice that cut into mine. time after time, time after time. but in the end, it's all just wasted time. never just yours, never just mine. i never measured you in the standard way. i always knew you held so much more, but as i sit and write this today, indecision leaving me abhorred. it was your choice that cut into mine, time after time, time after time. but in the end it's all just wasted time, never just yours, never just mine.
- Жизнь в спешке
Время летит быстро,
Солнце светит лучами.
Каждый день дела
Стоят по раснисанию.
Я всё куда-то бегу,
Стараюсь всё поймать,
А получается ээээ
Ну как сказать.