fragile

Life is all about
separating truth from fiction
the chaff from the wheat
the rare from the common
life is a boon to some
and a curse to others
the lines between us
are unevenly laid

you have those eyes
that can swallow the world
and I hold words
that can burn the world down
everything within me
is broken
broken
broken
and all I can offer
is the hope of a hopeless man
holding you like this
I feel incomprehensibly strong
I can crush
crush
crush you

pushing into you
feeling you at your weakest
I can break
break
break you
little girl
little one
you are the rarest thing I know.

smarter (eisley)

*There were some discrepancies with the lyrics that I found, so I just went with what I liked.*

If I had one wish
it'd be for you and all
your friends that didn't like me
And if I had one wish
it'd be that we had danced more at that apocryphal wedding
If I sound angry, I'm sorry
this body can only cry for so long
and if you want to blame me, then go on
I'm smiling now 'cause I'm smarter than you think

I'm smarter than you
I'm smarter than you think

and I apologize for
not telling you that my
halo was cut from paper
sliced from the fibers that made up all the parts
that we were together
and even though I miss you, I'm thankful
it's obvious that this run was futile
so put your hands together and clap for
the painful choice you've made 'cause it's right

I'm smarter than you
I'm smarter than you think
I'm smarter than you
I'm smarter than you think

you are the narcissist
you're everything you saw in me
(into the sea you fell
in love with the reflection of yourself)
you are the narcissist
you're everything you saw in me
(into the ocean's grip
I swam away to watch you drift
you failed to see I'm smarter than you think
I'm smarter than you think)

I'm smarter than you
I'm smarter than you think
I'm smarter than you
I'm smarter than you think

(I found out)
I'm smarter than you
(the hard way this time)
I'm smarter than you think
(we were right)
I'm smarter than you
(this was all wrong)
I'm smarter than you think.

wishing

You keep saying
what you're saying
and I'll keep playing along
I have so many words
and none of them are "sorry"
I have so many words
that you've never heard
what's the point
in keeping you informed?
I may as well
just talk to the wind
I've heard the preacher man say
the blind can see
the lame can walk
the dumb can speak
so I finger my thoughts
and hope these miracles for you

what's the point
in pointing out the truth?
what's the point
in saying I'm sorry?
there are no apologies
where I'm from
there are no ghosts
just people I used to know
there is no retribution
no words to help me cope
beyond all of that
I am fine
just as long as
I can close my eyes
and wish you all away.

the narrator

I don't know about you anymore
you've been doing
so many bad things
I saw you leave your soul here
when you walked out the door
yesterday is gone
I don't know why you insist
on carrying it around
the truth is rigid
like an anchor
but you prefer it liquid
like something to drink
you've been saying for so long
you're a monster
but now I see it
you're coming to the end of your song
now I hear you
if you don't believe in the truth
then what do you have?
you'll find yourself shivering
in a fantastical wonderland
if you don't actively search for truth
then you make yourself vulnerable
to every carrion bird
to every strong-arm opportunist

watch your television
feel the blood in your veins
see the soldiers line up
watch them all fall down
sit alone in your heartless tower
and watch the world bleed
knowing isn't doing
and you--
you enjoy the feeling
of sitting above the fray
never involved
always safely at a distance
above the stink of humanity
like Shakespeare
you have pity, you have love
the forever narrator
must read his lines
must control his face
when you feel the blood rise
you must rise higher
when it finally gets to you
you can always go
to where gods and goddesses conspire
against the human race.

clean up the mess (samiam)

 
*Like two minutes hate.  Only better.  Two minutes Samiam.*

clean up the mess that you made
clean up the mess that you made
clean up the mess that you made of me

this is gonna be
a better year for me
may not believe it but it's true
I'm not a scientist
don't follow politics
don't know how I know
I just do

clean up the mess that you made
clean up the mess that you made
clean up the mess that you made of me

I have a tendency
of being my worst enemy
but that's all over now
I call the truce
don't know if gods exist
or if they give a shit
bet money I'll be better off real soon

clean up the mess that you made
clean up the mess that you made
clean up the mess that you made of me.

on a sunday afternoon

*guest lyrics*

Stop the bleeding, now

cram your bullet wounds full of

what will only result in

more pain

more loneliness 

more nothing

feed your sadness, now

listen, obsess, indulge

to what can only bring more tears

over what can only bring more loss

in what can only bring more self-loathing

seek out your bitter punishment, now

self-flagellation and wallowing

never felt so good

masochism begets its hungry self

and you'll soon find yourself

full of more holes

bleeding out more wasted emotion

worse off than before

worse off than you can stomach

worse off than feeling something

feeling nothing.