Frayed

So I guess what the saints said
Didn't exactly sing sanctuary
And maybe I held the holy water in too high regards
And it pains me to say this
I hate this
But what if no thing's sacred?
What If we're all jaded?

And here we go again
Speak of the devil
I'm speaking with a fork down my tongues
And it's funny how we don't know Latin
But we can all speak pig
And it's funny how after a crucifix
We lost our consciences
(forgive, forget)

And I'm sorry for the book of praise and forgiveness
And they fact they seem like letterbombs to mankind
That's just the way i found to say that it's on my mind all day long
And I'm no pagan
But i think Ive found a Temple
And i know I'm not an Aztec
But i still fear that ceremonial dagger to my chest

All we have
Is prayer
And patience
And all I wanted
Was to show you these battered wings can still fly

All my mistakes lay in an old photo album
And the words I love _________ carved into random segments in my life

I will NEVER take love so lightly again
In the album is friends that forgot me

And in my fist is a wish
That i could sever ties
With simple violence

...I hate most of you
I love about five of you

All my regrets were in that ciggarette
But i watched it slowly burn to the filter
And then get stomped on like it never even mattered
Maybe if we dont care about filters that much
People should expect honesty

All my signs of defience
Were left in the last stand
I let it go because you let go
And theres no point in fighting for a quitter

Recorded before a live studio audience
Is me in a cage
Keep laughing and one day
I'll rip off you're face

You pushed me
You pushed me to the ground
And I scraped my knee
And it brought back all of the memories
That I wasted all my tears on youth
And to tell you the truth
I HATE growing up
And im slowly
Growing
Into the institution

Somebody save me
Take me by the hand
And show me what I've never seen
Somebody never make me a memory
And I'll make you another promise that is a lie
Because theres no such thing as forever
But eternally, we smile

Dreaming Dawn

I'm kissing the horizon
Waiting for the choice of a hello sunrise
Or a good night life
Catching clouds
Or strangling stars
It all dosent matter anymore, does it?
It has to?
Will it?
Then nights are getting colder
And it only rains in the day
But I've seen ranier days
...But I've seen better ways
To be wrapped in a blanket of darkness
Maybe I should just take in the sun
And watch my skin turn a darker shade of orange
So send my ammends to the moon
And tell the sun I'll see it soon
=]

Wishing on Yesterdays

My thoughts are riddled with riddilin
And I'd be perfectly fine
With rewinding time to that night
Where Everything was fine

Status Report

"My Daily Life Writes A Eulogy
Engraved On Tombstone Diaries
Laid To Rest By the Passing of Time
Seems To me that Even Love Can Die"

Status Report:
I'm perfectly content on being alone right now
Status Report:
Everytime I melt with Passion
I End up Getting Re-shaped the wrong way
Status Report:
You're Destroying yourself and you dont even know it yet
Status Report:
Diaries are either for the extremely interesting... or the incredibly narcissistic
So put away the damn mirror and burn that notebook
Status Report:
You no longer make me quiver nor do you make me smile
You just dont exist anymore
Status Report:
I'm sick of love gone wrong
So for the first time: I'm doing something Right
Get out of my life

How To Set Yourself on Fire

Let the pilot light in her eyes die out

And pour keroscene on your memories

And burn the evidence

That there ever was a flame between you and I

Let the infernono

Take me over

My burning Desires

Reflected in that Lake of Fire

Take your Regrets and lay them to rest

From ashes From Ashes

From dust to dust

I caught fire inside

and now it has oxygen to live on

Counting Backwards

Count on me by the beach burying my self in sand
Count on me in a bar, sipping away my sorrows
Count on me somewhere having the most fun I ever had
With my friends and no a false face in sight
Count on me being all alone
Count o on be being home
Count on me laughing
Count on me crying
Count on me living
Count o n me dying
Count on me thinking
Count on me thinking
I don’t give a fuck
Just don’t ever count on me by your side
Ever Again

Fretboard tapping

Your love
Keeps my heart beating in the precussion
The beating is a beautiful feeling
Your Smiles
Are like a fine tuned string
Just waiting to ring
Your eyes
Are a bass with that underling tone
Telling me what I need to see
Your voice is a microphone
That is always there
I always care
Your existance.... is music to my ears