IamJaden

Just another night out on the railroad running behind trains Believing, sincerely that you'd never have to follow them back again There's a tangy, copper tongued taste of surprise every time your eyes shoot down to your feet and you keep telling yourself that somehow you haven't yet tripped once on any of the stiff, rooted, wooden ties, leading their way from the tips of your toes to the faint and perplexing reaches of god knows where... But it's somewhere and the reflection of that dream keeps your legs running and the sweat pouring and you know that she's out there Just minutes away from the very untouched, sanguine pathway th

Outside the bar at 11 pm is where all the real shit happens The alcohol takes hold of blood and we all deserve it. and we all share stories about how we deserve it So we must... Plagued by some form of slavery Whether it be money, work, women Whatever has you chained down worse I can hardly think during the day My friends at the bar looked at me and would ask: "Why are you so quite?" "Downer!" "Say something" They want entertainment or fun Even though I still have nothing to talk about They have not yet realized that I am not down Just speechless In a form of being calm for once Because the beer has become ritual Comfortin

So what of saints and martyrs Who lead inside of the caves? And who die that way forever Until another one leads the way... So what of fools and soldiers Who stand firmly inside the lines and forget that they are slowly Running themselves out of time? They fight for a broken kingdom They fight to find their souls But a soul is seldom given To a man who fights alone So what of all the sailors That tore, sailing across the sea In search of some greener land With aspirations to be free? So what of dreams left buried Inside of a dead mans head? Would you send them unto heaven Or let them fade into his bed? Where the memories o

Its dark out there, No room for light Although Ive finally found my chance to hide Inside the night that you will never see But it will always be a part of me I shield my eyes, Behind the shades Lock the door and fade away From a slowly bleeding century Why wont you die and let me be There was a time that I really cared For walking backwards up your spiral stairs Sure I was attracted to your offerings But like a raven deprived of his wings and fell into the city streets Spectators, abandoned meat and all the while I thought you were my friend

Did you ever experience such a loss of freedom Before you crumbled and faded away? There is time in the future to redeem yourself But what's the sense in becoming so grey? You sat down at the table Where they handed out all of your might They settled in discussion and they choked down on every last bite It is this race of inspiration That had never felt quite right to you and I Choose now and leave a staple On the television sideshow tonight When you spoke it came out so white and when you wrote you became so black There is nothing more deligating then charred up insides At least you had some insight before the others had decid

We need a planned vacation Some form of sanctity You don't even show up You don't even know my name I think I have to love you I think you need to write things down So you can know your purpose I'll be camping out in other towns There has got to be some other way from this This city's meant to run me down I need some inspiration first But you have been bowing out to novocaine You crawl up in the window You tell me that you are meant to fall Through all the motions of the highways And the buildings that were built too tall I can't help but entertain you With words I'd always truly known Just another incantation From the mou

Have you ever seen my sunflower girl? I once ran loose on top of her fingertips they were extended with a full length of paralysis 'everything is alive when it is sound' The words that were reflected from... Daylight There were pedals in the rhythm of our hair And the intentions were only to mess about in terms We traded our places We fell from the books But those limits were never worth the discussion I do not really trust some people that are seen (Or choose therefore to be) Like following an ocean into a sandstorm There were failures Desertions There were people who would not relieve their dirt trails of me With that hal

I am still going to lose what is left of my mind, As I squirm and shiver through this makeshift tunnel that has completely enveloped the entire world. There is panic and screaming inside of it. There are no outsides. There are no insides for me or anyone... You show signs of discomfort and confusion. Stalking around bedposts and trying so hard to fall asleep and there is no making it there. It is because of the vague little voices sweeping the ground of its colours Wiping away anything that could possibly resemble the hope of getting that way. Like an ancient relic it is hidden away with all of your insight Mass weaponry.

This old house is crying out and you my dear, you sure know how it feels It's strong, it's pure, and it's fleeting It wants to make an impression upon you So think this through What they want they'll take it from you Nightling... With your cold, smooth eyes Where have you been on these cold winter nights? Has midnight averted your rythmic, sensual cool? To glow that bright with a kiss from the moon...