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last updated July 2007... all material copyright Bill Litshauer, 2002-2007

[Bound]

I stood on the sidelines
Waiting for the chance
To tell you I need I need a hill to rule over
Don't be offended
I only told the truth
Don't critizes me
My scars are much too deep

I can't get passed the shadows
They're following behind you
Like history repeating
Your eyes are so misleading
The accusations and allegations
Of things that did not come to pass
So don't try to break the silence
Don't push me to the side
Remain the one beside me
Open your eyes to see
Don't try to break the silence
It's like history repeating

When the silences
Becomes way too loud
I'll come back to recognize your faults
When the silences reaches up to God
Tells the world how much you have lost

I know there's not much to say
It's easier to toss the words aside
There's point to be involved
It's a hell of a ride
I'm blind and senseless
The shadows tend to surround me
The ribbons and the laces
Tied and bound to my feet

When will you hit zero again?
Like a sedative
Blurring patience with disbelief
And a dull moment

When the silences
Becomes way too loud
I'll come back to recognize your faults
When the silences reaches up to God
Tells the world how much you have lost

[Corridor Fog]

Even when the wound is gone
there's still so much pain
Even when the memories of tragedies are lost
They just barely escape

You put it all on display
You put it all on the plate
And now they want to see
Just what you are

I won't find you now
Comfort in a strange place
Struggle but still dragged down
Underneath the waves break

You tell yourself lies and lies
If it makes it easier
You feel that the truth can sometimes be
So much scarier

I won't find you now
Comfort in a strange place
Struggle but still dragged down
Underneath the waves break

As you twist every beautiful flower you see
You are taken back by the sound as their head drops to the floor
If seduces self indulgent ego to carve its name in wood and call it art

I won't find you now
Comfort in a strange place
Struggle but still dragged down
Underneath the waves break

[Afterthought]

What is it that you're thinking?
Is it how you're going to explode into this world
And be the envy of, well, you know

Heaven is Sinking underground
Heaven is sinking under

You're so simple
You're so sad

It's more of an afterthought
It's like a heartbeat
Except there's no life attached to it

You take the honest
Then you deny it
You break the bones with
Your silent mind

[The Garden]

Hey you, you never seen
Cause it fades so fast
You left with
A bitter taste
I'm here with your shadows on the wall
And it still lingers

Stack a grain to a grain
Until it falls down again
Still the hunger lies inside
In your Garden a field so wide
Wash it all down the lake
Even the flowers wear disguise

Instincts governs you
It shuts all my five senses
Searching, running blind
Did you find what your looking for
Or was it in front of you

[Morealis]

One night at her bedside, she will lie awake
With thoughts through her head and plans for her fate.

To reach through her madness would paint her face white
And deliver her pain with punishing might.

It swallows her whole, as if some sort of beast
With nothing to hide, her soul is its feast.

No margin for error, no second to waste
The dream she is placed in reminds her of hate.

This body she's trapped in can bear no escape
Like horrors and demons, there's a mask on her face.

While tragic and sadness await by her side
The effortless sleep will be her ultimate ride.

The stage is now set, she is ready to go
And only seconds remain until the start of her show.

The wait is so lonesome, so desperately dry
That her eyes will go red and will soon start to cry.

This waiting impatience can drive her to madness
The only thing keeping her is unbroken sadness.

So with one mournful cry, she cries out for him
But nothing is heard and things become dim.

Her eyes are now closing, now ready for sleep
Her prayers have been answered, she'll no longer weep.

[Lamia]  

They're on the papers
They come back to haunt me
A little liar
That sold their story  

Contemplates
Eye for an eye
So wrong  

Caught the liar in a blink of an eye  

They come here alone  

Like coloured insects
Lacking tolerance
Collecting honey
Tthen marching on and on

Stomach so tight
Waken eyes
On the blurry side
With waken eyes
Waken eyes