Can you separate:
the mimes from all the maybes,
the times of lately
the times I can feel the ride,
when I should find the weight.
The lines that we must travel,
The lines that separate,
The lines that slave me.

(Gentlemen, Sadists, and the Logisists)

Hold and Break.
Hey do you like this wave.
Hold, if you see this mile.
Holding on to clay bridges is never worthwhile.
Holding on to theory is so old.
If you say what you mother says,
That a dry mount isn’t right,
Then say what you need to say and rise

Who wants to learn how to learn,
To beat the burn, to beat that line?
You can speculate,
You can feel fine.
Who wants to see and learn,
To lull the earn just to see that line,
You can gravitate as I can gravitate,You have to learn how to learn,
To saw of the scene just to see the light.
You can feed this way, you will see.
Soon there’s a joyride,
The most familiar thing other than you,
You’ll reach inside,
My train wreck
The real life you’ll live.Who wants to walk in the battlefield at the center line,
You must learn and see.
You must feel.
Shame is a joyride,
To feel over (and over)
Shame is a gun
You use to steal
your fate.

In this cold world
This is waning from grace
Ice miles are stark naked
They own it well.
Disconnect my life,
Terminate my time,
Help pull out the line,
In this suffering mind,
You have helped my pull myself away from
My soul.
I am holding you again.
My smiles stark naked,
To hemorrhaging my soul.
There behind the left ventricle
You will find
The wire to pull
To end all my physical life.

Somehow the line is wasting away.
Keep your eyes shut so can turn into the graves.
Still, we’re blown away.
His eyes live on the ocean.
Taking, is every omen for his own devotion.
Then the water can rise,
And it rises so we can roll on
And I know we’ve been thrown over.
You will run here hoping to hold the line.
You will run, run and run and run…
Stay alive
Stay alive.

Honesty
is on the wreckage.
Good old honesty
Is on the wreckage waiting for hurt
As we wait for time.
You can hurt yourself in the bright lights,
Then we cant see you enough, fatal mantic,
You can work your moves in the bright lights,
To sooth the soul, say it aint so, and then…
We can amount ourselves in the right light
So well send it off and sell it off, then set it off
Move your moves to prove yourself in the bright lights
Then when we move,
It doesn’t no.
Now, its you,
In the wreckage, honesty.
Its you in the wreckage,
Holding the corpse of amnesty.
You’re on the wreckage,
Having to save our own souls,
You’re on the wreckage
And no one can
Save you.
Who wants to
Save you,
Who is going to
Save you…
Tonight.

Times breaking
away...

I'm breaking
away

your breaking
away

away

your on your way
away

so long
your on your way
floating along
your on your way
taking enough
your on your way
your reign here is over.