I am a bullet that never stops Shot straight through the core of the earth There are only 300 lions left So what are lion tamers worth? Shadow of industry Pale hide of Omen's horse We'll waste away in waves That last for days and erase course I am a fire that water cannot quench Even if oceans conspire To gallop from their trench Great steeds of sand and empty sea Punish me for centuries of greedy deeds that were not all of my means I am a plate that never rest (Greed spilling over like water) Burning forest ever fold into my chest And it makes my back ache (Burning us all until we sink) I am a warhead that never stops impacting Somewhere I am always breathing Permanent reaction yet Something here's not adding up Someone unseen must be subtracting And when I die I long to find that everyone’s been acting out The parts we wrote for our own souls Feet firmly planted where we planned No longer concerned with how the other hand is turned And trying to break The fingers on the other hand Would it be so bad without all of this? Ha ha ha ha ha

Ivory tower State of Mind Only when you look is when you'll find Stay strong; keep on the grind Nothing comes easy Ask those who died Last night in a fight For what I already have I see it all through my white window Love is quick but change comes slow Shaking my head at things I've seem Tears from tear gas on my TV screen Some says its ignorance I call it profound Shouldn't have to stand under that flag To stand your ground 23 hours yields another name Another black pawn tipped In a white king's game Nothing to lose Everything to gain History's mark is today's blood stain I see it all through my white window Love is quick but change comes slow Shaking my head at things I've seem Tears from tear gas on my TV screen Some says its ignorance I call it profound Shouldn't have to stand on that flag To stand our ground An endless row of names carved into obsidian skin through violence A paper thin list with red ink washed away whose only monument is silence An endless row of fields always sewn the same will never yield a different harvest It's time to call out hate for what it is No symbols, fears, or martyrs It's not my place but I have to say I can't look the other way How can you look the other way?

Sun's already up Only light's 8 minutes late As fission crawls fiery fingers across this desert state (of mind) where every mile marker passed turns all that's black to glass I stare straight into the mirror face to face with my mask Flail into a panic Try to find the pattern That is weaved into the fabric Of your favorite jacket It may seem like madness But you'll find gladness Sewn with threads through Familiar patches There is gold there that knows my name But no matter how far I've gone (Start it over again) I know from whence I came (Trade it all for a friend) The face to blame is my own (One that makes life seem less overrated) This feeling isn't home (Chorus) A familiar illusion Stuck between REM sleep and a hard place With a simple solution in which you try to turn the card face Only to find It's for another hand The one that's coming up and leaves you Dumbstruck Thinking it's always brighter on the other side Of my eyelids when both worlds of these collide And no matter where I ride I see all that I find there is still reality

Thought I was a stone Turns out I was a board On some sinking ship far from the shore I let the waves carry me away Tear me apart and take me to some distance place Where I often dream that I'm floating through space Where I know who I am and leaving no trace of who I was Or who I thought I could be I sit back, relax, and let the current carry me As the strings that I pull softly lull me to sleep And when the sun goes down I will chase myself in dreams Wondering when I’ll be found And that will happen over again and again Until I find myself It never ends Thought I was stoned It turns out I was bored with Every sinking feeling That clings to this chord So I made a promise To try and get better I wrote these words On the back if a letter that says: "Seems like yesterday the chill was hanging our breath in the air Yet today I saw the sun drying your hair We are more than dotted lines in maps Picture perfect reality ever avoiding traps" I thought I’d have more time, I thought I’d have more time I thought I’d have more time to reawaken and realize I thought I’d have more time to rearrange the lines Seven years ago a separate set of cells Walked through these same hallways To a different hell But now I hear a ringing as clear as a bell It's chiming in to say that all is well It’s love! It’s love! It’s love! It’s always been love That binds our existence Below and above Though we think we’re whole We live in fragments, memory’s shattered hopes And though we think we’re souls We’re more like patterns but much finer sewn (And I took a look inside myself, to find that I was someone else)