In the Distance

This isn't my last chance,

But it's all I see now,

This isn't my last chance

But it's all I see somehow,

Opportunity blinding me,

And I must sing for you,

Opportunity blinding me,

And what I'd like to fear

Is you in the distance,

Sheltered like a like a prize toy,

To see you in the distance,

Is that what I'm fighting for?

Is that what I'm fighting for?

Clothes strewn across the room,

And a ring on it,

Is this the purpose of me?

Is this the purpose of you?

Can I shake the vision of ignorance?

So you can play the cards

Will I finally voice the obvious?

So that you can see my fear

Is you in the distance,

Sheltered like a like a prize toy,

To see you in the distance,

Is that what I'm fighting for?

Is that what I'm fighting for?

Pretend the One

Just wrote it, anyone can think of a cool name for it let me know (looking at Paul, he's good at them).

The unknown of hearts trumps the blue of No

Sinking in the shallows of brown eyed hope

Who am I to judge the process?

A million years of stares and questions

Chorus

Silloutte the Dark side of the sun,

You're not acting like you're the one

Fancy charade through tomes of love,

But you're not acting like you're the one

The song in tune to face the bereft,

And I won't care for moving on,

Mend the deck and forget the face,

Trace it out and pass it on

My Golan Heights

Not laughing at you from a higher place,
Just Laughing. At thefts of fate?
It’s not spiritual, just irrelevant,
A hiding mechanism to help me feel.

Four maybe more to dull the death,
I’m not above being bereft,
Of recognition of hiding,
Inside an honesty.

Now see where your hiding’s got you
Laughs from the assorted clowns
See where your hiding’s got you,
See where your hiding’s got you.

Are you one of them? Or with me?
If you’re not I’ll clearly kill you
And finally you can see
Where you’re hiding’s got you.

Break and fizz,
Breath the release.
Just fucking breath it.
And I’ll see the hiding

Where it’s gotten you
Where it’s clowned around.
Where it lied but made you feel,
Hope or fate? But now you’re awake.

Damn you’re awake
And I’m awake.
See where our hiding’s got us.
See where our hiding’s got us?

Transitions

Let the lust govern your mind

Fill up the emptiness inside

Don't speak to me I'm already blind

And I'm done fighting this satellite

This satellite

Three shots and you turn away

You wish you could dream it all away

Backtrack and it's just another day

Hands out and rattling my cage

Rattling my cage

Three shots

And you turn away

Knight

You remember how I hate "Blind"? Crappy cliched lyrics and stuff? Well I like the music so I rewrote the lyrics, the breakup of Silver Bullet Theory made me analyse a lot of previous incarnations of songs and what could be done to cannibalise the catalog. You can have fun guessing what it's about. Not a girl. There is a clue.

A black cape slowly wisps in the wind
But the man he stands straight
The lightning flash illuminates his face
A shade darker then before

You cannot fight
You try to hide
Fear governing your pride

He won't blink
In the soulless night
Until you are safe
Until you are safe

Nine broken bones but it's more than that
You can now walk home alone
Thank the sweeping, darting black that's listening
You are protected by the unknown

You cannot fight
You try to hide
Fear governing your pride

He won't blink
In the soulless night
Until you are safe
Until you are safe

Darkness now is watching me
To reclaim what I can't see
What I can't see

Fawkes

Just finished writing this one. I like it. Fans of the novel and movie will pick up the references, and they strike true today.

I can hear the voice of fate
I know it must be some mistake
It's only 9 pm

Head down the road and back again
I try to hide now instead
It's only 5 am

I can't sing
But I can fight
And I'm fighting you tonight

I can hear the voice of fate
8 dead, 14 in a cage
It's still 9 pm

Head down the road and back again
The system has you now my friend
It's only 5 am

Animorphine

A song written by my friend Shari and myself during a particularly boring Critical Thinking with Data lecture. We would take turns writing a line until she kind of took over penning entire bridges. Oh well its a good song.

That's the ghost of my concentration
Cut to shreds by manipulation
A toast to our stipulation
And breakdown of communication

I need am instant replay
Of my life

That's the ghost of my nation
That's the onslaught of information
On the faceless congregations
Kills the innocence of our creation

I need an instant replay
Of my life

Stumble through the dystopia of my mind
Face the nihilism that i find
Leave the ghost in this machine
And subscribe myself to your routine