information overload
you stomp on silhouettes
and war’s just around the corner
you’re losing common sense sending us to slaughter
as some old philosophy dies
some religion has something new to hide
as science kills in the name of peace
so rich mens profits are increased
the avarice is growing wild
it’s old, it’s nuclear, it’s so unclear
it’s sinful how you use it for your power and your fear
but it fuels their eyes with all thats advertised
and it fools their minds
and forces them to heed your lies
and speak your lies
and believe your lies
and soon enough they’ll bleed your lies
and breed your lies
and for insecure survival
they will need your lies
information overload
your stories have no proof
but fickle minds are blind
they’ll follow you through time
and turn your words into some sacred kind of truth
you sound the city bells
for everyone’s still sleeping
but over the millennia
their strange dreams have been seeping
and now succumbing to words
that are so engrained that the greatest change never may occur
in a maze of metaphor, they’re stuck inside some hazy blur
of prejudice and pride
but ‘no’, you say
‘your new idea is hard to hear’
well your ancient confusion is so hard to bear
when you choose your words so hypocritically
you bypass the malice that breathes in your beliefs
but you still believe
and though you’ve been deceived
you’re so blind in your closed mind that you will never see
the reality that you fail in vice and virtue
for you’re still asleep
information overload
your stories have no truth
but fickle minds are blind
they’ll follow you through time
and use your words as some sacred kind of proof
wandering girl
wandering girl
welcome to my wave
for so long you were stuck in time
an history decayed
but now that you have run away
from caves and culture cages
you’re flirting with exponential flames
and the fire is breathing in your veins
and smoking out your eyes
i can tell by the way that you look my way
we have reflective minds
so let us butterfly away
one wing each we’ll take
to flirt among the exponential flames
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn this desert together
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn across the sacred embers
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn nocturnal flowers
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn this candle downwards
down, down, down
way beneath the ground
and pious spies with holy cries will try to bring our doom
as we sin across the continents our fire flowers bloom
and if we gamble oceans
and fold to pouring waves
we shall become they
then raise the deepest flames
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn this desert together
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn beyond archaic morals
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn their precious dollars
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn this candle downwards
down, down, down
way beneath the ground
and mounting in malevolence
they’ll try to give you evidence
that their greed is good for the world
but running into fire
they will burn in the desire
that we lit, and hurled, and kept
both you and i, my girl
wandering child
welcome to our wave
as we build upon this nascent world
we’ll keep the cleanest slate
and if they try to pray for you
or say your soul cannot be saved
give them your laughter
for you live for today
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn this desert together
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn across the sacred embers
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn nocturnal flowers
burn, burn, burn
let’s burn this candle downwards
down, down, down
way beneath the ground
song for a ghost
broken is the silence you hear
silhouetted in the shadows you stare
at the ghost that glows and disappears in the darkness crying neon tears
and whispered in the withering city
is the wise song of a spirited sinner
but the whiskey is gone and his body is neon
nobody sings along
and opaque is the rainbow that forms
red is the raindrop that falls
wet is the footstep that failed
and stranded in the soundlessness of time
is an apparition of a neon light
and rocking is the chair that is empty
for the wind still blows through the turning of centuries
but the neon glow faded long ago
when fallen was the season of autumn
now the cockroach is the only thing crawling
on the carcass of another world windblown
where you are the ghosts
and opaque is the rainbow that forms
red is the raindrop that falls
wet is the footstep that failed
and stranded in the soundlessness of time
is an apparition of a neon light
busking man
see him busking on your streets
a thousand songs, a thousand dreams
he’s only waiting for summer to come to run in the rain
painted words fall from his teeth
a million thoughts pour on the streets
singing in silence, speaking in dreams
he runs in the rain
oh busking man, speak my name
whisper your secrets, smother the flames
no soul will know that you were to blame
for the plan, mr busking man
let it rain, oh, let it rain
busking man, show your face
stand on the edge and leap from grace
let it be known that you’ve lost your race
to the sand, mr busking man,
see him run, see him run
as eyes turn from red to green
a million souls lie at the scene
a million words the world believed again
from a busking man
see him run
see him run
see him run
plastic raindrops fall at his feet
liquid night
tonight
i’m feeling a little bit strange inside
staring into a strangers mind
a sky i've never known
and it’s crazy
think i caught it on the second guess
that this wasn’t just a one time kiss
these lips were overthrown
sleep vagabonds
if you can’t dream with the light on
when she sang your song
no tune ever fell from her tongue
oh liquid night, you really turn me on
liquid night, you really turn me on
tonight
let’s crawl inside the candlelight
and melt in with the mulled wine wind
when we step outside
and together we’ll wander these cobbled streets
reminiscing a dark defeat of this
whisky winter night
sleep vagabonds
if you can’t dream with the light on
when she sang your song
no tune ever fell from her tongue
oh liquid night, you really turn me on
liquid night, you really turn me on
and yeah, here we are and we’re cozy
and the coffee keeps us alive
and yeah, tomorrows gonna be lazy
so snuggle up to me
let's stay inside
sands of fantasy
nothing’s awake if it is dreaming
nothing’s alive if it’s not breathing
you ask me of imagination
dark clouds and sparks
i say are still worth saving
you stand alone in your long black gown
waiting for some symphony
but nothing’s come
and you’ve wasted all the night
regard a sunrise to the east
will you hold my hand
will you walk forever in the sands of fantasy
through the place you call the dream
wake up my love, wake up please
wake up my love, wake up please
we both share this space and time
breathing, dreaming
lost in our respective minds
but i’m escaping, and you’re faking
within these white-washed windy walls i’ll be waiting
as you’re breaking out of this curse
and if you rise with your palms to the sky
then i shall serenade the birth
but you can’t see that our magic sands are shifting
far away from the past
when all you know is all that you’ve been told
the spell of sight never can be cast
will you hold my hand
will you walk forever in the sands of fantasy
through the place you call the dream
oh wake up my love, wake up please
oh wake up my love, wake up please
ocean war
we were running for the sea
as poseidon crawled to the shore
we called upon him to retreat
and so began the ocean war
we were giants
but bound to fall in silence
beneath the ancient words of violence
and who would heed the call if gods destroyed us all
we were standing on the street
as the city fell to the ground
the scrapers landed out our feet
before we shrank beneath our devastating sounds
we were giants
but bound to fall in silence
beneath the broken words of violence
and who would heed the call if gods destroyed us all
together we fight
from both sides of the wall
forever we fail
united we fall
then numberless in fear
the waves invade the cause
for faith, for fame, for destiny for all
if we stagger down a path
with answers always given
and questions never asked
we’re heading to an ancient past
when the water rises poseidon laughs at last
we were giants
but bound to fall in silence
beneath the ancient words of violence
and who would heed the call if gods destroyed us all
