hearts race as fast as glased lips would go if the drive inside would let go GO!
Our dreams lay ahead in the sky, as weightless memories rush by, blowing our hair, as the speed picks up, it reminds us of the days we thought
this spellbinding scene up ahead, wasnt worth all our life that we spent changing our minds, into this last gear,
This moist heat we produce mixes like rain scented breeze and the cold gasoline that roars close ahead
lets take one last look at what look right back before theyre preoccupied with the sunsetting sky that speeds toward them,
Our dreams lay ahead in the sky, as weightless memories rush by, blowing our hair, as the speed picks up, it reminds us of the days we thought
this spellbinding scene up ahead, wasnt worth all our life that we spent changing our minds, into this last gear,
A dumped clutch lays above speed, leaving burnt streeks, slowly accelerating before
friction helps. weve got all the laws of physics on our side. tonight.
Our eyes gleem red, slowly glassing to the thickest blue
Desired speeds toward a flaming sky will no longer be a dream
Our dreams lay ahead in the sky as our weightless memories rush by
blowing our hair, as the speed picks up it reminds us of the days we thought
this spell binding scene up ahead wasnt worth all the time that we spent changing out minds into this last gear, a freed hand grabs
another as hard as a strait leg strains to push further, as warm as the engine that throws us to speeds our dreams couldnt imagine. this is it.
hearts race as fast as the measures of how quick we race away from the
chance of growing older, from forgeting what we live for, from the loss of youth, speed, invincibility,
lets never look back. we can take on the world
They cut through rivers uniting at the base of
A mile high figure with a lost figure atop.
There I stand with my toes off the edge
No one can see me, but I can see the world
Stones crumble, catching eyes, falling into an unseen splash
The calm clouds slowly strobe the almost full moon
But there are no stars out tonight
I close my eyes, absorbing surroundings into a new feeling
Theres only one thing on my mind...
I look down at the world I leave behind
Moving one inch closer to the edge
For one last look before I leave
I take the deapest of breaths
Peer into the endless, scenic night
And its beautiful. I cant wait to bring you here.
Where will you go? To an glorious castle in the sky, or will you claim your glory and forever lie beside the beautiful reason you made it this far?
What do you fight for? Is it the freedom? Or the smell of the heat that surrounds the one you embrace without a doubt she meant that kiss.
Whats the point? Why keep making memories we dont seem to need? What is life? Its whatever were living right now
What is love? Its what you felt in your car, so high below the stars, before you wondered what it was.
Isn't it queer how the most simple of things can be the one that gives you everything you need
Heres to tomorrow, lets make sure its better than today
but first, lets make sure its doesnt stand a chance
Heres to the vanquished who lie there beaten and torn, impossible to stand
and take one more chance, yet stand and carry on one more time.
To the king that
Gives him the gift
Prayed to be eased
And he screams at the night saying its all right useless legs hit the floor like the
Cane he obeys but he screams for the day with a smile on his face and of the best of days, he wont let go
The doctors have stopped their fighting
A last resort to stop the physical pain
A dirty shell is dieing and the irksome time is flying
Like the birds through his sustain
Of un unflipping crecent
Like those on the ones he always places before himself
Not a near future death could alternate
Why be perfect when nothings wrong?
And he screams at the night saying its all right useless legs meet the floor like the
Cane he obeys but he screams for the day with a smile on his face and of the best of days, he wont let go
And he screams at the night saying its all right useless legs meet the floor like the
Cane he obeys but he screams for the day with a smile on his face and of the best of days, he wont let go
(formerly known as Rapid Transit)
And feel it
This is it
A contagious energy
Flowing through all
Attracting the senses
Listen to it radiate into the night
This bright explosion
Do those iced drops bring pain to your t-shirted arms, or do you think....
convulsing skin chills bring thrill to this blue tinted town
where a synthetic high flows through the half run down streets
Through these streets, like the knick of time, a car flys by
the sharp cool turquoise drizzle cuts through
slightly open windows fighting generated heat
just because??...... just because.
A comune of friends, stand amoung their beautiful field,
tearful smiles, smothered by eachother
sex, love, speed, smoke, and heat, rise to the top of an erection
where, like an orgasm, waves the pride of the craze below
Sometimes, you just cant understand, why you stand,
or even what you want..but somet times you do
Woven like the lies of the night
seeled like a full bodied kiss, with no light
but from shattered glass eyes,
putting everything youve got into
every inch of hot lips, just like
the cool late night air, and the love it emits,
heartbeats can be heard for miles
as contagious as a smile
weightless insides of heads
held together by the thickest of threads,
like the iron ring surrounding the pole,
a tranquil riot of friends who
share everything but the past
no critical concern, theyve got nothing to learn
sit down, hats on, well do what the fuck we want..
this is our flag, and we wont let go
and its roots are the mount
of a skyscraping life
It's remembered by those
in the town that chose
to grow generations ago
Theres the wounds from the fights
and the leaves from the lights
transformed, made the energy
From a mindless roll
Phenomenal
But its just a tree
To write these lines, I douse my precious hands in a midnight winter stream
With dreams of a new sensation. If the pulse is real, then why cant we see?
Theres a bird in the sky
with the wind she can fly
So much she defies
Her feathers create
A sight that can make
Busy eyes turn and delay
one extra, so keen
to see the unseen
and instinctive sense that she needs
Such a beautiful being
made from two tiny things
but its just a bird
To write these lines, I douse my precious hands in a midnight winter stream,
With dreams of a new sensation. If the pulse is real, then why cant we see?
Theres the space thats inside of the brain, wasted
Unknown what to fill it with:
Just the beautiful things?
Or the beauty masked in all
Should we search for the truth?
Or did we miss it long ago
When we weren't too smart to know
Theres a retard, he sits in his chair
His legs cant find his brain
He never gets up
With his doll clutched in his hands
He holds all that he needs
To revere his mirth filled days
with nothing in his way
You never know somethings true value
Until you meet its keeper
No matter where you stand
The grass really is greener on the other side
you just have to trust that what you have is what you want