shaded anatomy

Completely syndicated,
shave your hair, change your clothes,
the situation,
is worse than everyone knows,
it's vindication,
like the blood on the vinyl clearly shows,
your hesitation,
reads more like the books that nobody knows

I want you to tear yourself open,
show me your heart.
Break it open,
and back to the start.
Have you lost hope?
Are you falling apart?
Natural Selection...
we're falling apart.

I don't believe in letting go.
I don't believe in self-control.
I don't believe in evolution.
I don't believe in criminals.

I want you to tear yourself open,
show me your heart.
Break it open,
and back to the start.
Have you lost hope?
Are you falling apart?
Natural Selection...
we're falling apart.

Nobody is who they want to be.
It's all syndication,
yes you and me.
Ever-breathing, ever-dancing...
running out of second chances.

I want you to tear yourself open,
show me your heart.
Break it open,
and back to the start.
Have you lost hope?
Are you falling apart?
Natural Selection...
we're falling apart.

ms. silent ambition

rarely do i get tongue-tied turbulence of the brain,so severe it could crash planes,but he is the only reason for the color of the season,and i'm blinking out tears of not being able to see him,my dreams in one hand,my priorities in another...so small to the world,to be lost without a mother, made to be the loser,and fighting not to be smothered.i had a dream i had success,but there were unbearable pains not to be addressed,and the feeling of warm blood on my soul,shines the pursuit of happiness filled with bulletholes,my dreams in one hand,my priorities in another...so small to the world,to be lost without a mother, made to be the loser,and fighting not to be smothered.if you had just one thing to say to me,would you say you believed in me, infinitely?my dreams in one hand,my priorities in another...so small to the world,to be lost without a mother, made to be the loser,and fighting not to be smothered.

to crash planes

ust lay backthe visionarywishing the comfort of the suncould never die downand the wan look in her eyesis enough to explain a journeyone covered in black-starsand supercilious liesbright lightsin a clouded roomdead skinburning whiteat the sight of the groomhe never keeps his hands to himselfand she never has the courage to tell him the truth"she never loved him"but she always didcradled hearts and blood on the floori was watching from the back roomwith a book in my handi couldn't stop myself from thinking"she'd be better off dead"bright lightsin a clouded roomdead skinburning whiteat the sight of the groomhe never keeps his hands to himselfand she never has the courage to tell him the truthand i stare at the streetsthinking "am i alive?"watching myself make mistakesthinking "am i alive?"

what if i met you today?

He had these mood-ring eyesin my daydream skieswith doctors pricking my hearti never had such a wonderful starthe told me "love is ever-changing"and it changed me for the betterI was never fond of technologyso instead i had the heart to write him a letter"Lemon-Drops from the cloudy sunand merry men of shrinking bandswho could ever play this song?There isn't much morethan the love for this man."These carousel eyes of mineare dull, rusted, and without shineKept my head underwaterSo I couldn't envision the thought of"forever alone, it's not so lonely"but I'm afraid of no one and onlyno being caught in the timesand it may be true,as i'm running out of rhymes."Lemon-Drops from the cloudy sunand merry men of shrinking bandswho could ever play this song?There isn't much morethan the love for this man."and he will never see me,as i'm such a small company."Lemon-Drops from the cloudy sunand merry men of shrinking bandswho could ever play this song?There isn't much morethan the love for this man."

Dear Cliche, You Can Not Comfort Me

they always said the good die youngwell she wasn't dead before she was goneshe lost it all to the ones she lovedand they never threw a line back in returncaught in between the living and the deceasedpressing roses into bible page creaseswhat have you left her withshe is looking for love beyond a simple kissnever go to bed when you're angryyou may not wake up to be happyyou stutter when you find you're foundwhen your enemies can push you to the groundthe hollow minute comes when you're mystifiedthe good are never ever guaranteed to be found"Dear Cliche, you can not comfort me..."she wasn't sure of the ending to a perfect storynever-ending left her not to worryshe didn't have a pit when there was a sequelbut no one ever understood the plot leaving unwellthere is a spell resting on her headthere is another man in the back on her bedshe never kept too close and she didn't believeshe didn't believe that love could be such a reliefnever go to bed when you're angryyou may not wake up to be happyyou stutter when you find you're foundwhen your enemies can push you to the groundthe hollow minute comes when you're mystifiedthe good are never ever guaranteed to be found"Dear Cliche, you can not comfort me..."the light broke the night and shattered the skiesit opened the flowers and tore open her eyesand she found that love was there the whole timeclosed behind the house and the shading blindsnever go to bed when you're angryyou may not wake up to be happyyou stutter when you find you're foundwhen your enemies can push you to the groundthe hollow minute comes when you're mystifiedthe good are never ever guaranteed to be found"Dear Cliche, you can not comfort me..."

No Title Can Express This

I saw that crow, sitting on his treeHe didn't understand what he meant to meHe didn't know the things I wished to seeHe'll never know a human heart as it beatsI saw that rose, dying in the fallIt didn't know me when I couldn't crawlIt didn't know the things I did to stallIt didn't know any of me at all...Only to break out of cycleFeel a rippling through the waterIt cracks the silenceThis is for those who shall never falterSwimming through reliefI saw that crescent moon start to cryShe didn't know when I would dieShe didn't know my black liesShe didn't know my imperfection and my eyesOnly to break out of cycleFeel a rippling through the waterIt cracks the silenceThis is for those who shall never falterSwimming through reliefI see my damagesI see the damage I've doneIt doesn't make me betterIt doesn't mean I've won...I'm only learning how to growHow to kiss the golden sun.Only to break out of cycleFeel a rippling through the waterIt cracks the silenceThis is for those who shall never falterSwimming through relief.