In a life so full of catechisms, you got me rapping with em, open handed slaps to all the rapture that you captured In a mason jar, free mason, play the part, shatter hearts Scatter parts, broken is the morning star, every shard, Magic tricks, show em off, is this your card? Drinking cognac and I am pissing art, Thinking hard, disregard The ugliness of sounds, (the ugly sounds) like a starling falling to the ground Its so profound and prophetic, know I love the way you said it With hidden intent, bat those lashes, staring back at me And giving consent, I don’t regret how far it went Or how I left it, you were the sacrificial beast, You were my precious THIS IS THE WAY THAT I AM, THE WAY I SEE THE LIGHT FOREVER BRIGHT (FOREVER FOCUSED) REVEAL THE MONSTER THAT YOU LINGER BESIDE KNOW I KEEP HIM INSIDE THE DEVILS INSIDE I loosely change the way I think to loosen up this noose I made The shade of weeping willows keeps the sun from ever creeping in Im talking to my shadows and reflections in the gallows Gotta swallow inhibitions and commit myself to prowess And these crimes of passion, im just a man of action Overacting every twisted fantasy, so underhanded Understand that hyde dwells in Jekyll It’s the dying of the rose petals, trying to escape Elude, aloof, the bones I break with metal And when these women scream…uhhh…it plays like symphonies A lullabye that gets inside, like tinkering the piano keys Resembling the teeth of this creature that’s beneath my surface My words are lip service, to help engage the nervous. THIS IS THE WAY THAT I AM, THE WAY I SEE THE LIGHT FOREVER BRIGHT (FOREVER FOCUSED) REVEAL THE MONSTER THAT YOU LINGER BESIDE KNOW I KEEP HIM INSIDE THE DEVILS INSIDE I wear this cast made of plaster and kiss these skulls with hammers Forget where my manners have gone, it doesn’t matter, leave you lifeless Life is shattered, crisis, gag you into silence, your compliance puts you quickly In the center of my iris, leave you eyeless, you cant see the real me, the real things So I blow, these smoke rings, so carefree, to ceilings, And tarnish everything you’ve ever learned about compassion Wild animal arriving to a human interaction, im attracted to the Color of your blackened little breathing pattern, pulse is beating Nothing, nothing, nothing, then your spirit shatters Paths to heaven mapped for you, but never was the type to follow Pose you like a paper crane, like Ichabod in sleepy hollow THIS IS THE WAY THAT I AM, THE WAY I SEE THE LIGHT FOREVER BRIGHT (FOREVER FOCUSED) REVEAL THE MONSTER THAT YOU LINGER BESIDE KNOW I KEEP HIM INSIDE THE DEVILS INSIDE

This is a way of life, it’s a knife between the shoulder blades A soul in flight, feathers flutter from the broken wings Its ever bright, black emotions on a promise ring My girl held tight, shining bright beneath the velveteen Clouds, sounds, it’s a breath so profound, its like im staring at your Picture cuz I couldn’t put it down, its a moment, windows open And im looking in your soul, it’s the fractures in your features, When you know you broke the mold, its like my breath in the cold And seeing ghosts with my sixth sense, a haley joel contingency or pretense, you resent, a flower planted deep within the cement, the suspense, is killing me, im wading to the deep end, I descend submerged, til im drowning in words, the truth hurts, bury hatchets til I inhale dirt, wiping tears on my shirt hypothetically, I speak to you in reverie, cuz everything you are creates a better me, they’re telling me that…. All we cannot face, the open road will always find a way We’re learning to accept what we can’t change, the story of our lives We read between the lines I sort the photographs, into piles, one that made us laugh And smile, all these moments that I cherished as a child, I compile with a couple tears, losing focus on the future Staying tangled in the yesteryear, shackled to the future Like its Handcuffs and chain letters, pain settles deep with Stomach, hope the days better, thinking that these tears could make the rain wetter breathing the mist, such an intoxicating kiss from the moments I miss back before I knew ya… my love triangles, all Bermuda count disasters on my fingers, feeling smothered but former lovers, never shined in technicolor sort another pile, pictures of these moments with my brothers and that winter morning whiteness, the days that shined the brightest we smiled with our pearly whites and never left it silent, circa 92 or 93, when mom still wore her wedding ring, forgiving and forgetting, but never can I let it be. All we cannot face, the open road will always find a way We’re learning to accept what we can’t change, the story of our lives We read between the lines In a room full of hurt, its raining poloroids, It looms like the sound of familiar noise, In a room full of hurt, its raining poloroids, Expose the truth, in the film, See the broken boy. All we cannot face, the open road will always find a way We’re learning to accept what we can’t change, the story of our lives We read between the lines

Throw a blanket over grass blades, cascade through this vacated path of time, let me illustrate, with skilled hands so precise, ticking time bomb, know your heart's the device indecisive, skilled; cracking thin ice think twice, blow the smoke over winter nights so simple..a breath forever in a freeze frame please name, several other people who can retrace old flames, nickname basis love those chase, fell three stories out of god's good graces soft toned, with a trace of strep heard you said a few words that could hurt my rep, I slept vacant, naked were the eyes, wide awake like a cellmate lurking in disguise gotta rise from the ashes, with bloody passions, im just abiding by your rules of attraction Moon and Stars, Out So far snow white skin full of discreet scars skin so thin, with a tin-man's heart moon and stars, growing apart Nu-uh, i dont miss you stack full of chick flick vid's and your tissues strewn about, forever, staged by the better days sane, the forgetters, days look the same like wishfully hum this, blissfully sung this, wistfully clung to scars of the heartless, artless people putting "stars" on the market slaughter like the sargeant, caught her in a harness, all those times that we broke that promise, monach wings never seemed so honest and I guess that it never occurred to me, simple emergencies, never an urgency hurtin me, judge these people universally I guess its just another cursed thing little angel, tangled in the wires, strangled by the brittle little strings of desire Moon and Stars, Out So far snow white skin full of discreet scars skin so thin, with a tin-man's heart moon and stars, growing apart And i guess that in never occured to me simple emergencies, never an urgency hurtin me, well kept verse, never spillin em landmine words, never trippin em giving em trust, that trust full of sun baked rust, rust red patterns in my blood, color my lust, cliche scene girl in her chucks, an emcee and his murderous tounge, we were so young and I guess I should accept this, gotta message and a voice, gotta vent this over this, little phrase and rebuttal, crippling to hands held out, carpel tunnel, knuckles crack, fades away as my heart goes black, youre absorbed by my un-wise cracks, breaking your back, hold the weight of the world, I guess its just the precious little state of you, girl. Moon and Stars, Out So far snow white skin full of discreet scars skin so thin, with a tin-man's heart moon and stars, growing apart

When I die, spread my ashes over Valley View (x3) These are ashes, scattered over gashes, lit matches, didn't do this on my own, I learned from Praktis, this little bit of magic now im possessed by my every word repressed, i guess that "simple" is my life, there aint no "Kanye's" in the southwest birthed my thoughts like mid-wifes, crisis, call it mid-life, im 30 but I feel the stress thats churning up my insides, car rides, long nights, I spit my verse of insights, its suicidal irony, like drano down your windpipe the pen writes, anthems like im "gaslight", shed light, my life it grew me lemons, squeeze the limelight, the spotlight is shining down, it suits me better wrote this verse in scarlet letters' Hester Prynne with paper, pen, still masculine, complacent friends When I die (spread my ashes over valley view) Rip the sky wide open, the sky wide open, the sky wide open Death within, never really comes with a next of kin, specimens, cadavers lathered up with ectoplasm but like "dan" id "rather" exit here, test my fears, connect with those that shed these tears, fully clothed are naked eyes, forever til my soul appears illuminated, drawing breath like its illustrated, inked and shaded, celebrate my birthdays when Im gone, this love is not belated, and when I die, spread my ashes over valley view, carried by the kansas wind, it takes me where im going to, the afterlife, Eric Draven's crow in flight, peck those eyes if they claim to see my ghost, we know theyre blind (know theyre blind) kaleidoscopes are shaping up, the colors in the rose bouquets, and even when im gone i'll send you signs to make you feel okay When I die (spread my ashes over valley view) Rip the sky wide open, the sky wide open, the sky wide open She thinks im deep, like the grave that I keep she digs me deeper and deeper untl they put me to sleep its time for beddy-bye close my sullen eyes time to emphasize on how to open minds When I die (spread my ashes over valley view) Rip the sky wide open, the sky wide open, the sky wide open