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The Crypt of May's Thirteenth - 05-13-02

The world around threatens to explode the icy shards of yesterday
In the planes, in the fields, in the blades of grass, new winds to show the way
The spike grows from the needles planted in back reaches of the brain
I see the bloody fears spill out and tinge the waters red
The corruuption of my eyeballs and the sanity starts to wane
Realities turn to blizzards ragging inside of my head
But I can't get away

Can't get away
Can't get away
Can't get away
Can't get away
Can't get away
Can't get away
Can't get away
Get away!

The wallflowers blossom
And black forests call my name
Spirits of the nite encompass
And tempt me to their game
Enternal ecstaticy
Then the end
I descend
I fall

But I fall
But I fall
But I fall
But I fall
But I fall
But I fall
But I fall
But I fall...

Tumbling around
On the cold soothing ground
Glances abound
At the lites in the attic from the cities afar
Seas of starlite, reflecting off the water
Bending of the lines in the air
Refraction of a terrible stare
The clouds rise up and tingle on the taste buds
I just can't take anymore

But I can
But I can
But I can
But I can
But I can
But I can
But I can
But I can

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Truth in Sand, Lies in Stone - 05-13-02

Why do we cry when the elderly die
And praise the end of newborn souls
Tears are made in silent reminders
The sun rises, but why is it so cruel

Stepping stones in unwritten waters demand your every waking mind
Tust is weakness and compassion a dirty lie
The rib cage is a metal jacket strangling you alive
Congnitions left in ashes, dry and meaningless

Truth in the sand
Lies in the stone
Obligatory sands
Replace your very own

The black stars of morning lead falsely now
Lizards in the tree tops take a final bow
Inagurate my ending in vats of steamy fire
Packedged and sent in mucks and endless mire
Delivered on the step of my grand mum's door
She opens the door and takes a whiff of morning air
Choking as the ashes of my memory drift softly by and by

Was it a good show?
I surely hope so
It isn't much I know
But I tried
I really did
I guess that's why I shouldn't have
I just wanted to make you happy
But I understand...

Turth in sand
Lies in stone
Obligatory sands
Become your very own

Secrets unfold in a bliss i cannot comprehend
We fly thix magic carpet and dance round the bend
The fingers and the gauntlet place the sword into the hand
We find ourselves again in this worn and wandered land

Manic and madness make the recipe
And the smell warms this kitchen and heart
Ballets waddled with the buzzing of bees
Games with the children forever start
Last remaining residuals of truth
Praised be the boy who frees his heart
Simply living the dreams of his youth

Truth in sand
Lies in stone
Obligatory sands
Freed from your very own

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I Must Protect - 05-13-02

I must protect
Protect the world from evil
To protect the world I must kill
To kill is to become evil
I must protect!
Protect the world from evil
To protect the world I must kill
To kill is to become evil
I Must Protect!!!

My soul born for none but freedom
By the passing of time, cast iron to this referendum
In the harvesting of daylite hours
And the selling of nitely dreams
We place the pillars of our own
And climb them up high
To make our stance as independent
Mighty indviduals
Lay their forever, chained to the stone for life
To prosper and to thrive
In buried sands of strife