open ears and open eyes, For nothing speaks as loud, lay down your life. You will yet be made A soldier's souls of saints, Rise up and be the same,
I'll self-destruct With and entity in me that Fails and corrupts. Like cryptic codes and cancer I'll Cauterize, so I can trade flesh and blood For a
be untouchable? To document with photos and tape? Can they separate our signatures, And write new passions on our souls? They re-write our souls; Vicarious and
and listen, Something is missing from the celluloid; Where actors, permissive, Hold their positions in pixels to blur the lines between The real and
, The empty time you gain, From storing up your hopes; Bereaved and bottled for tomorrow With all of your todays. I am the vice beneath the guise Of virtues. And
Of open ears and open eyes, For nothing speaks as loud, lay down your life. You will yet be made A soldier's souls of saints, Rise up and be the same
Our eyes have plans to undress this room and erase the clues, With paper that reads like maps, and incriminates. Run your course. (Can you hear the sirens
