And if I kneel down before you and accept all your lies as truth, quid pro quo?
Do I get to be ever faithful to you?
Do I get to follow behind you and watch every move you make?
Do I get to blindly see none of your faults?

I don’t want to be submissive to you.
I don’t want to be devoted to you.
And I don’t want to be any part of you.

You’re addictive, you’re enticing, demanding, destructive, poisonous.
Like a cigarette house that never burns down.

Our languid relationship doesn’t seem to be able to cope with you.

I’d sell my soul to be able to have things work out.
But will the devil accept an I.O.U.?

I’m finished, exhausted, disgusted, exploited and I’m GONE.

And when you open your eyes, you’ll realize that you were better off in the dream.

The Headlong

How long can you walk along the train tracks
before you get hit?

It’s inevitable that the train will come,
and hit you like a galvanized slap on the wrist
and leave you falling towards that unknown familiarity.

Left searching hopelessly for the trail?
No more.

Your love is the train; slowing down to offer me last call.
You jump out of the driver’s seat…”It’s now or never Dan”

The entire world fades away except for you, the train, and me; the privacy is welcome.

I know the train will take me to the only place I want to be…in your arms, tonight.

Touching

What do you need to know?
I can't give you all I have.
Not this time.
Not anytime, any more.

How can I trust you, when you disgust me?
I want mine.
It's not yours, you can't have it.
You don't deserve me, you can't hold it.

Try and take it away, you'll get burned.

Reformat, retry, reformat, reboot, reset, restart, retry

EGO

Grab me, Control me,
throw me into your world,
Spiraling towards something stubborn.

Built up with all the waste, in all your haste.
Your love trying to let me through.

Leave me, or live me.

So you say you can help me?
Erase it, and make something better?
Please! By all means scrape me off.

Feed it to your next. The other one and only.
He'll be better than me anyway

Go-Go-Ghoul

The End of the London Company

In such a beautiful way, it is so distant from me.
Reaching out to touch it, you cower from me.

In my hut of passive denial, I’ll sit and sigh.
It’s not you, it’s me.
It’s not me, it’s them.
Blast me with the truth.
Shatter lives, pervert yourself.

All for the game.
That name, that you’ll wear, for eternity.

The Street

Unforgiving and all-encompassing
Lives are thrown into it and collated for the grand scheme
Like a performer pushed in front of his crowd,
A little uneasy but all too comfortable

The street will take you to where you want to go.
It is the pathway to your every desire,
You need only state your payment.

Flying high and looking low,
One will inevitably find The Street,
Filled to capacity with souls-searching
And finding….in one way or another.