By Chance Carmichael
When will it all fall down?
And find them in the crowd?
Because we all make mistakes,
And some of us just aren't shaken,
By your earthquakes.
When will life ever be defined,
By what is in our minds,
Rather than what is,
Unbelievable.
When will it all fall down?
And find them in the crowd?
Because we all make mistakes,
And some of us just aren't shaken,
By your earthquakes.
I hate to say it, but you don't fool me,
Because as much as I'd like to see,
It's impossible to believe,
When you bend it's definition.
When will it all fall down?
And find them in the crowd?
Because we all make mistakes,
And some of us just aren't shaken,
By your earthquakes.
Ignorance is just too much bliss,
To be able to dismiss,
Every idea, and every thought,
I just cannot be bought.
***
"The Craters on the Moon Invade The Sun's Oceans"
By Chance Carmichael
Summer is here,
And it seems, mrs.,
You have not found a cure,
So, quit blowing me kisses.
Origami smiles made for,
The ones who would not agree,
I fucking hate it all,
Please, no smiles for me.
Summer is here,
And the sun is gone,
It's dripping with fear,
I suppose it'll be back at dawn.
Origami smiles made for,
The ones who would not agree,
I fucking hate it all,
Please, no smiles for me.
Summer is here,
And I'm lost in the light,
Can you find the darkness, dear?
Flying away on the tail of a kite.
Origami smiles made for,
The ones who would not agree,
I fucking hate it all,
Please, no smiles for me.
Summer is gone,
I'm sitting, and screaming,
Still waiting for dawn,
Nothing anymore, nothing at all.
***
"What Can I Say? It's Anti-Epic."
By Chance Carmichael
A song with no melody,
Is a good one, yes, indeed,
Seeping out of my ears,
Whispering scary unknown fears.
Shrink it down to a fun size,
Let me free to do crimes,
"Where have you been, super man?"
"Moving time, and moving land."
"Where have you been, super man?"
"Moving time, and moving land."
Banging on innocent wood with no right,
Keeping a phoenix from taking flight,
Honor and peace, to protect and serve,
Immortality has only one curve.
Doesn't say what it supposed to say,
Always giving light the time of day,
Gave up a while back, no more for me,
No more nap time, and time for tea.
"Where have you been, super man?"
"Moving time, and moving land."
"Where have you been, super man?"
"Moving time, and moving land."
Killing off the rest was a needed tactic,
Who knew that they would grow so sick?
The wave makes its stop, and goes around,
Nothing to it but a sick groaning sound.
No time for your silly regrets,
Immortality will never pay the hefty debt,
I have no idea why they make a fuss,
You are only one of us.
You are only one of us.
"Where have you been, super man?"
"Moving time, and moving land."
"Where have you been, super man?"
"Moving time, and moving land."
"Where have you been, super man?"
"Moving time, and moving land."
You are only one of us.
You are only one of us.
***
"Petal Possibilities"
By Chance Carmichael
Such a delicate flower,
With a nice fragrance,
A little less than bliss.
I smell the sweet smell,
I let it soak into my soul,
And I hold it closer to me.
A petal, as if possesed,
Flies through the air,
Into the endless meadow.
SHE LOVES ME!
What-
PIERCE!
Ow! What the hell was that?!
A petal protrudes from my skin,
Blood stains my white shirt.
SHE LOVES ME NOT!
My eyes water in defense,
But I watch as another,
Floats quickly far away.
SHE LOVES ME!
I quickly throw the flower,
But where it lays, another petal,
Flies toward my unprotected chest.
PIERCE!
SHE LOVES ME NOT!
Where is that voice coming from?
And what the hell is happening?
I try and pull the petals, but-
SHE LOVES ME!
I see another petal fly off,
From the ground, and away,
I look frantically for the flower.
SHE LOVES ME NOT!
Right in my arm the demon petal flies,
I pull at the petals, but they,
JUST WON'T FUCKING BUDGE!
SHE LOVES ME!
I scream at the voice in frustration,
"WHO THE HELL IS OUT HERE???!!!!"
I see another petal whiz past me.
She loves me not...
This was spoken, sadly, as if,
This mad man felt sorry for me,
I turn around and around in panic.
There was no one in the meadow,
I was all alone, was I crazy?
I waited for another petal.
PIERCE!
I fell back, on to the flowers,
This wound was hurting horribly,
I began to grimace in pain.
I looked at the white, pure petal,
This harmless paper thin, petal,
Stuck out above my left breast.
Blood gushed outward from my heart,
I scream and stare ahead, only to see,
A flying baby, covered in my blood.
With a bow and arrows in his hand,
And two feathered, moving, wings on his back,
He looked at me, and he shrugged, "Oh well!"
I recognize that voice, the petals!!!
Cupid, you bastard!
One more stupid petal, and-
The petals wilt, and I see darkness...
***
"That Annoying Fear"
By Chance Carmichael
It was like a blackhole,
Had taken my soul,
And I pulled the trigger,
Who would figure,
The funny guy,
Who wasn't shy,
But sociable,
And noticeable,
Wanted attention,
And acception?
Nothing is holding me here,
Except that annoying fear,
Of them missing me,
Yet, it's clear to see,
I'm not needed,
Time to be weeded,
I will be not be something,
Then my ears start to ring,
And sweat pours down my forehead,
Dripping into the barrel, moistened lead,
It's time to self-repent,
And time for self-judgment,
Nothing is holding me here,
Except that annoying fear...