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September 2015

Cobwebs & Courage.

Don’t let me be.
Don’t let me be alone.

Crimson clouds fill the sky,
Rolling in monstrous and behemoth-like over this town.
It’s painting us red, it’s painting us…It’s painting…

Did you get the message? Did you understand?
Can you comprehend what was planned?
For us.

Are you terrified? Are you anxious?
This temperature drops and I don’t think I can stop it.
But just
Live for the moment and close your eyes,
Close your mind and just go.

Trust me, I’m trying to slow this plague,
It’s inevitable.
It’ll eat us alive, it’ll eat us…it’ll eat…

Clear the cobwebs from your mind, shake out the spiders,
Please stay alive a little longer, lovely…
I’ll hold on ’til then.
Paint us red.
Paint us…

Kitchen Sink.

Nobody thinks what I think,
Nobody dreams when they blink
Think things on the brink of blasphemy
I’m my own shrink
Think things are after me, my catastrophe
I’m a kitchen sink,
You don’t know what that means
Because a kitchen sink to you
Is not a kitchen sink to me, OK friend?
Are you searching for purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You’ll see purpose start to surface
No one else is dealing with your demons
Meaning maybe defeating them
Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.

Go away
Leave me alone

Nobody thinks what you think, no one
Empathy might be on the brink of extinction
They will play a game and say
They know what you’re going through
And I tried to come up with an artistic way to say
They don’t know you, and neither do I
So here’s a prime example of a stand up guy
Who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time
Here’s my brother and his head’s screwed up
But that’s alright.

21 Pilots-Kitchen Sink

     When asked what a kitchen sink meant to him, Tyler responded: “One of the reasons why I started writing music in the first place was to address some of these big questions I had. One of them being “what’s the point?” I know it sounds dramatic, but it’s something that was haunting me – what’s the point of everything that we do? Really looking for purpose is a huge reason to exist. So I found that creating something that only you understand can be the beginning of purpose for you. So for me, something important in my life happened to me at a kitchen sink. And in my darkest hour, when deciding whether or not to continue or not, I realized that if I don’t continue, no one will be around to explain what that lyric means. So it… helps me. So creating something whether it’s a journal, or a piece of artwork, something that you don’t reveal the meaning of, can help you know that if you leave, no one will be around to explain this. So in short, I’m not going to tell you what that kitchen sink means to me because I need it to be only known by me.”

Reference:Tyler & Josh on Reddit

Medicate.

Could I, could I just find a way?
I’d find you everyday and we could alter time.
But I’ve come to find everyone’s gone away.
So this may be the time for the perfect crime.
Yes, this is perfect.

Come day, you’ll say you cannot stay.
What’s more, I’ll feel the same. It happens every time.
So I’ve come to find everyone goes away. I’m destined to remain.
You were never mine, so you were perfect.

This is our medicine. This is our time to…

Medicate here with me.
Now as we lose ourselves in us and ignore
that you don’t even know my name.
Medicate.

Can you describe what it’s like? I feel nothing.
Can you feel this? Does it sting?

I feel nothing at all…

Can you tell me how it feels?
I feel nothing at all.
Can we pretend this is real?
I feel nothing.

AFI – Medicate

Part 1 – Lying Is The Most Fun A Guy Can Have Without Taking His Clothes Off.

I don’t mind it, I don’t mind if you’re overrated
Or if you’re staring at the edge of the world.
Keep in mind that I’m a sore eye with blurry vision.
But I can see it has to be you love, that I’ve been dreaming of.
And if we climb this high, I swear we’ll never die.

I’ll never die.

Of Mice And Men – My Understandings

I really don’t mind at all.  I am along for the ride, making my bed to lie within. I will lie with cancer tonight, and there is no return when you are damned and jaded. I dangle on this thread of hope, the single tie that binds my existence to this earth. So, sever the tie…cut the rope, and if you will, kick the chair. I have not done anything quite worthy of respect, of honor, of greatness. I have done nothing but cause heads to shrink, hearts to break, and souls to die. Just give me a sign that I’ve not made these incisions to simply bleed out…

Migraine.

 Am I the only one I know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I’m alone.

     I’ve got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways. Thank God it’s Friday, ’cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ’cause Sundays are my suicide days. I don’t know why they always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle, whether it’s the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head. Let it be said what the headache represents; It’s me defending in suspense, it’s me suspended in a defenseless test, being tested by a ruthless examiner that’s represented best by my depressing thoughts. I do not have writer’s block, my writer just hates the clock. It will not let me sleep, I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead, and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

     I am not as fine as I seem. Pardon me for yelling, I’m telling you green gardens are not what’s growing in my psyche. It’s a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees. Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait, something you won’t forget. It’s all about my forehead, and how it is a door that holds back contents that make Pandora’s Box’s contents look nonviolent. Behind my eyelids are islands of violence. My mind’s shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find. I did not know it was such a violent island, full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions. They’re trying to eat me, blood running down their chin, and I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win. I begin to assemble what weapons I can find, ’cause sometimes to stay alive you’ve got to kill your mind.

     And I will say that we should take a day to break away from all the pain our brain has made.
The game is not played alone, and I will say that we should take a moment and hold it, and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone.

21 Pilots – Migraine

This is not a suicide letter, 

I just want to get a real close look at death,

Touch his matted hair as I pass him by.

-William Control

Once Upon A Nightmare.

I think I’m falling.

I clench the sheets surrounding me, sure I’m going to plunder into the depths of the fiery abyss below. My bed; a floating haven in the afterlife, dancing among flames and lung-burning smoke.

The end of the world, and I…I’m lost in this bemusing, sombre inferno. 

With Ears To See & Eyes To Hear.

True friends lie underneath,
The witty words I don’t believe,
I can’t believe a damn thing they say anymore.

Lie, lie, liar.
Liar, you’ll pay for your sins.

Lie, lie, liar.
Liar, you’ll pay for your sins.

So tell me how does it feel,
How does it feel to be like you?
I think your mouth should be quiet
‘Cause it never tells the truth now.
So tell me, so tell me why,
Why does it have to be this way?
Why can’t things ever change?

I’m falling over and over again
From all the words that you have said
It’s written on my heart for everyone to see

From the place I was, to the place I am, to the place I want to be
From the mountains I’ve been climbing over and under and over

So come down now, come down from your tower now,
Come down now from your tower, oh…

Sleeping With Sirens

Red, Like Roses.

Each night i close my eyes and wonder what will come of me in days to follow.
I lay awake and after countless hours, i just can’t think straight.
Turn in, fade, pass out.

Yet, in this simple way, we offer to destroy all we can’t figure out in our simple lives, unconscious.
We employ our skills from underground to seek what we’ve never seen, to explore deep inside.
The mornings greet me with grey days and tear-stained windowsills and pillowcases.
I get dressed and go to work.
Bloody noses, red like roses, pose as sanctuary when i just need a minute to myself
and in this simple way, we offer to destroy all we can’t figure out in our simple lives,
unconscious.
We employ our skills from underground to seek what we’ve never seen, to find, where we never knew, to explore deep inside.
Kill me, won’t you kill me, kill me, let me sleep again.
Kill me, don’t relate your memories, kill me, kill me, won’t you.
To see what we’ve never seen, to find where we never knew to go, where we never dared to explore, deep…

The Velvet Teen – Red, Like Roses

Part 4 – Baby, Give Me A Break

 I glance up at wandering lips and glass eyes. I can see the storms swirling, a tormenting kind of chaos that’s ripping away at the seams of foundation. I see the walls, the splendid grandeur of the masonry fit tight to serve its purpose. Through a plethora of pain, inured to a sort of neon violence, the concrete barriers have become quintessential. A sempiternal war that rages on, and your mind, the labyrinthine battlefield. It’s a beautiful, tragic thing, but…

     You snap your fingers at me. 

     No, I didn’t hear a goddamned thing you just said. I offer a sympathetic smile and brush your cheek with my hand in a nurturing sort of way. Your stubble scratches, but this time I don’t mind. I redden with embarrassment and shoot my gaze towards the speckled linoleum tiles.

     I manage to sputter a muffled and coy apology. I really don’t mean to seem distracted or inattentive. I mean no disrespect. Can I help If those warm whiskey glances absorb and conjure my soul from this body? You far from disinterest me, with a hexing voice that lures my mind from the depths and the most fascinating, intriguing, exquisite mind that’s composed of insanity and beauty. 

     Don’t praise me for my heart, wisdom and courage; I’d die to be your ingenue.

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