page 46. {creation:} so marks the beginning with the tick of a clock. from now on the seconds, minutes, and hours won't stop. the bells and the chimes help keep track of time, for the hours we loose, we loose to our minds. {1st transgression} how lovely it is when the grand pendulum swings. and how we've all come to cherish the unity it brings. woe it is! to stray from this clock. this woe that it is, though, helped create the watch. {dream:} in a sub-conscious state, time is perceived to stray. though time takes offense to your dreaming! the result, dismay. oh alice! wake up! this time it will not forgive! and the path it has chosen, you may arguably live. page 44. so we made it out. another 'day to night.' i only wish that we made it out alive. but you say, 'we're still breathing! than that must mean that we're living!' you're sadly mistaken if you're taken to believe that this is life at all. so i let these two chords ring through my head to drown the pain, but it doesn't work at all. i take a breath and see what's beneath my nose. it's a mother with no clothes and a child with no home. i exhale, let the tears roll from my eyes. i've led a privileged life. i've got to keep that in my mind. i stepped from the bubble, dirtying my feet amongst the rubble. there's a child that we all know. searches for a mom that left so long ago. Death! do we roam? oh how Death do we roam. so inhumane as to die alone. page 40. the snow came today, tomorrow it will melt away... i wonder, i wonder if anything will change. for better, for worse it will it all stay the same? christmas is here horray! the year will soon fade away... the whispers and echoes will be all that remain. the cocoon that surrounds us will bind us to our fate. page 38. i'm falling down... i never thought i'd ever fall this far. i missed the ground, i rolled around and smiled as i tried to find my favorite star... Orion. i wished upon it as it shot through the sky. ...now i'm skyward bound, i just passed the earth right by no one's gonna follow me tonight, and that's alright. i'm floating now, my world's on high as i try to find my favorite star... Orion i wished upon it as i shot through the night. page 33. silent night scenes all a part of a dream a fading memory of an ecstasy. so real, so free, so illusionate. man i'm losing it! to a 2-bit rhythm ringing in my head. invades the dream that'll soon be dead. reluctantly i depart from bed... to seek 10 more minutes in a wonderland! lay awake, anticipate: a flying sensation that feels so great. so real, so free, so illusionate. man i'm losing it! page 32. tri-fold, feeling distant, something untold. pure gold: something sinking in the low tones. maybe you and i could feel real, every once and awhile. maybe you and i could just try. unfold. thinking only breathing could be damning to the tales that are untold. you sold a simple rhythm to the hearts of the brave and the bold. thinking something more gets you no where. breathing in the air makes it more clear. how odd and unaware while we're still here are you still there? brothers will you please tell me that this is all not in vain. waiting for the moments here and there on the verge of the insane. please let me know you put your weapons down. please let me know i'll never see you around, again. page 30. so i take another drag, of the last cigarratte of the night, as i think about the day and all that i did right. nothing comes to mind. i think of a joke that made me laugh, but i can't remember the lines. so i think of changes to come and hope they'll turn out right. well, i'll find out in time. page 29. you're not the problem, but your boss is. we've gotta stop him. we've gotta rise against the lies that our bosses think are right. hallucinates propagate to generate electronic waves in a race to communicate. while words, printed and researched, lay to the wayside. when you're in bed with the same fascists that you side with, this is a problem, we've gotta solve it. we've gotta seperate the media from heads of state. interrogate the lies until the story is set straight. page 10. phosphorescent firefly, give my light. floating there in the night, make things right. sitting lonely on the ground, calmly react to the sound. will you make things right. please make things right. slowly drifting through the sky, electric discharge shines your light. are we beyond making things right. take me beyond this lonely life. page 9. these issues on issues. i wished that i missed you. this time, when things went wrong. i think we're off. we might be gone. the light skips the sunrise as darkness fills blue skies. we're gone. we're what went wrong. i think we're off. this time. page 8. we wait for the que to start it all, flipping the switch as it begins. we never did expect all of this, the phenomena of the tragic state of song. we pay attention to the charts and the bars. as the graphs turn quadratic we then focus on the habits of the million poor souls involved in this tragic state of song. i'm sure somethings were never meant to be, but they're just selling so well i'm sure we'll never see the end to all this mess. confusion at it's best. this tragic state of song will last and last. this tragic state i'm sure will last. page 7. dwindling remnant of a tragedy. it's been this long and they're still not free. shanty palace and a headstrong mom. ideas of family are all gone. wishing this mess never happened has yet to change a thing. motivs found in nothing. let's just do something. anything. anything. goals that aren't accomplished due to the skewing of the vote. with this all around us it's hard to keep up hope. a "bad time" is a bad lie from those who control to those who accept their rule. page 6. you turn your head down, walk away from me. i let your dreams for me slip away so carelessly. you paved a road for me in solid gold, but i only walked amoung the posies of your yellow road. man i really must have done things wrong to let you down. i'm living the life that i want and you're not around. mama wont you come to me, please let me know that i'm more than just a disappointment. don't let me go. page 5. in a world where we all would work together and understood the life. if we'd all do what we thought we could we'd push the limits of our lives. when fate steps in you take a blow. it deals the deck and you know that not all our cards are there. at this point in life we're scared. well i want you to know that i'm terrified. i want you to know i'm scared. i'm terrified of life and if it's there. there's a killer inside. my mind and body knows i'm going to die. i find my peace within those who love me, let my soul in them. i chose a life that i now must live, and to live is the only life it will give. page 3. a velvet backed six string speaks to me, "I don't think i'll ever know her name." a cigarrett burns inside of me. one last drag of life then i'll sing again. the ash and wood begin to hum along. the stars fade as the moon comes out. "I haven't seen the sun in quite some time." overcast overshadows doubt. I sing a song about the sun to ease my mind. the ash and wood begin to hum along a poets mind lacks all tocks of time, yet the ticks in my head wont subside. a guilded life just hides the rust inside. when will these four gold lines save my life?