ON BROKEN WINGS LYRICS

1. Maybe The Earth Is Flat

it's quiet when we're mutes.
the acts of an optimist,
but some of us may
never see the world.
i hope the next time you
slit yours wrists
it's not for show.
none of us are necessary

as soon as we're born
we begin to age,
i can feel me dying.
reminisce of now,
until there's nothing
left to do but die.
who amongst us would choose
today for but one thing alone?
the world turns,
but we don't feel it.

2. Listless

deaf eyes seem to watch
the actions of definition
human mockery.
persuasions never made me
feel so sickened.
where's your action?
spent stabbing aimlessly
at walls with your fists
as apparitions.
they do what they do
because this lonely town
feels like hospital beds,
and you let them.
i've broke my hands for
less than this.
there's nothing left
to justify to you.
with every breath that
i exhale i wonder what it's
like to feel alive.
maybe it's only in this light,
but you're not a victim
no consequence
breeds no conscience.

3. Giving Up The Ghost

fascinate.
to be shade cast by
the forms of mortal men.
the light cuts around my body,
revealing evidence of times
before my presence.
it fascinates.
or am i ghosts?
without a revelation
walking a moving line.
and when the comatose
is finite i will remember
important details,
or will nonsense
be my explanation?
all out lives are lies,
and when it's conscious,
we'll be dead.

4. I Do My Crosswords In Pen

ink bleeds deeper
when pressed hard,
soaks through paper and
leaves stains on the table.
you don't look how i pictured.
you don't look quite
how i remember.
i'll tell myself
"i cannot surround me."
but some smiles both resurrect,
and drain the life from me.
i don't tell you everything.
it's heartless,
the pictures remind me
i'm calloused to smiles.

5. The Spawning of Progression

dreams of knowledge
for something new,
while all noises are
that of invitation.
the vision of
achievemet blinds
the vision of morality,
science passed off as emotion
not all things are
worth experiencing.
"and the world is full of dreamers."

6. Like Starscream

his performance is moving;
i'll give it that.
the sequence of events
its all a matter of speaking.
to betray those who offer
friendship and sanctuary,
it's beyond .....,
and ironically,
he's covered in it.
i'm tired of being tired.
the inferno will describe
the inner most circle as
the destination for the worst.
you move like dripping ice.
you stare like realization.

7. A Movie Kind of Life

drill in your face.
wasted life,
what that means to me.
separate your thoughts.
i could show you sometime.
with all your words
you could not paralyze.
this is not what mesmerizes me.
why don't i have more focus?
defined by what's around.
systematically speaking,
i'd like to fuck you up.
california's not far enough.
can't you see what
this means to me?
you discard it away.

8. Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters

the sound of a
primate. the offensive
of attempting
to create illusions
with goals of
appearing larger to
an enemy. but can
you dance like ingrid cold?
my arm hair stands
on end. i've got
some questions,
and i want them answered.
am i nothing more than an upright ape?
built in defenses,
heartbeat increases
an ape with shame,
and an ego to match

9. As You Speak

such convictions,
i feel like stuttering.
i just wanted to move.
"listen on the
subjects i've found.
on the importance
of this liquid.
i get last laughs now.
it's not at all how
i'd predicted."
there was never pressure.
you just seep in to what
ever mold you're in the
presence of long
enough to fill out.
as you speak,
walk away.
keep walking.
drop dead.
say what you mean to,
you fucking liar.
soapbox hero
fake.
"i should be coming
clean tonight."
he said.
"i wont swell up with
pride tonight."
he said.
if you're living a lie.
them i'm living a lie.
and you've parted with
nothing new tonight.

10. A Lazarus Envy

last night i realized
my excitement for
events that were
not yet my life.
upon return,
it's all in the past,
it's all a memory.
all my life is,
is this moment,
and what i can remember.
what i cannot see,
does not exist,
and to think i
would have mourned.
i fell in love with life.
what i cannot see
does not exist.
all my life is memories.
to last night?
we're shells.
we're nothings.

I'm about to step back from this monstrous thing that brings the pain, as red tears pour down like rain. Explain to me atrocities so that I might understand why it's out of my hands. Nobody dies of old age, the body just shuts down in stages.
Faceplates engraved on the graves while bodies are saved hoping to save different faces in similar places. As they're packed tight with ice on flights to fight the plight of a night where organs failed. Doctors and family members, panicked, are awaiting the mail. The cargo of a crate nailed closed, holding the keys to a mans soul -
An organ in a Styrofoam box just trying to keep cold. Behold the key to a life of cop esthetics, to systematically replace all my body parts with prosthetics. But ethics set this apart, so I rip charts from the start When all I really need is a heart full of cheer in a place where there's no need for fearing hearing clocks tick-tock,
unless it's as a warning of crocs who took the hand of a man who could never stand - Pan.







ON BROKEN WINGS LYRICS