why won't you speak where i happen to be? silent in the trees, standing cowardly.

'cause sometimes to stay alive, you gotta kill your mind.

i do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock.

i will set my soul on fire, what have i become? i'm sorry.

whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

i-i-i-i-i've got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways.

together, let's breathe. together, to the beat.

i can feel your breath, i can feel my death.

tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree tell it "you belong to me, this ain't a noose, this is a leash and i have news for you, you must obey me."

i'm pleading, "please, oh please!" on my knees repeatedly asking why it's got to be like this? is this living free?

i hate this car that i'm driving, there's no hiding for me.

i fought it alot and it seems like flesh is all i got.

i don't wanna be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, i'll tell the moon.

i am not as fine as i seem, pardon me for yelling, i'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees.

i hope i'm not my only friend.

on the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake, as the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate.

you'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away. but tonight, i'll need you to stay.

and now i just sit.

let it be said what the headache represents, it's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenseless test, being tested by a ruthless examiner that's represented best by my depress(2, 3!)ing thoughts.

now the night is coming to an end. the sun will rise and we will try again.

there's faith and there's sleep we need to pick one, please.

is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat?

i ponder of something terrifying 'cause this time there's no sound to hide behind.

lean with it, rock with it, when we gonna stop with the lyrics that mean nothing? we were gifted with thought. is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat? it ain't the speakers that bump hearts, it's our hearts that make the beat.

take this weapon forged in darkness.

you will die, but now your life is free, take pride in what is sure to die.

i'm trying, i'm trying to sleep, but i can't, but i can't when you all have guns for hands, yeah.

take this weapon forged in darkness.

take pride in what is sure to die.

when the sun is climbing window sills, and the silver lining rides the hills, i will be saved for one whole day until the sun makes the hills its grave.