The well is dry for this quiet town
Dust flows in the street
Memories from a day of glory’s past
The day came too soon, and the sun set so quick
Voices of those present fall one by one
The story dies a little each day

Wheels turn as the path stays still
Is this really living or is this just existence?
If the little city was turned to ash
Another tiny town built with a glimmer of hope

There’s no anthem here
Just a quiet reluctant mummer
Vocal all the same with out interrupting into chaos
There are just peaceful signs and picket signs
We gather here today for hope

And then the clouds roll in covering the skylight above
A rain will not shake us only wash us clean
We’re 70% water what the fuck will a few more drops do?
The rain never comes but the clouds roll on
We watch on as the blanket rolls closer
The ominous silent fog deafens the voices
A gentle clink echoes in the sea of faces
This came falling from the sky

The water falls down drop by drop
But it’s not raining
At least not how you know
Cries would explode form the cloud city below
If they could catch a breath

How can you claim victory by force?

Can you believe the weather outside?
You can hear the sky is falling
The darkness came soon after
As the lights came crashing down

We built the backdrop we stand before
But we didn’t paint the chaos
The happy little tree has lost it’s leaves
And the image peals from the canvas

The man behind the curtain is dead and gone
The puppet master cut the strings
The lives we live are stories we wrote
That we burn for warmth by the fire

A downward spiral lines the page
And the words are ripping away
You don’t know what to say
You don’t know where you are
The script’s in shreds
Do you remember what you’re living for?

Fill a page
Don’t leave them blank
Don’t throw them away

Flailing talking heads don’t speak ill of the dead
Just what they said was glory instead
They got their hands stained red and they sleep in the bed
Lined with the lies they fed and they sheep they led

Can you see reality?
Can you read at all?
Or is everything you think you know
Someone else’s dream?

Truth lies beneath the facts beyond and between the pages burning
Smoke rising carries the answers the questions line the sky

If you can’t stand the heat then put down the matches
 And step away from the bridge
There’s no going back once the ashes are stacked
Crimson Waters
The river runs warm with the blood of your heroes
Look down deep to the glazed eyes sink to darkness
The cool breeze passes over this swamp of deceit
And ripples appear over the bodies of the breathless

i row along the crimson waters
filled with fallen heroes and forgotten souls
carried with them a picture of you
for when memories fade and the bell’s toll

The war path runs a trail of dried blood
Cast aside, Mangled piles and broken bones
All is Pushed aside to be classified
And sunk to the river to hide the fallen

I row along the crimson waters
Filled with fallen heroes and forgotten souls
Carried with them a picture of you
For the faded memories and the bell’s toll

Look beyond the buried’s  field
To the light which has since faded
Darkness surrounds you in your time of need
All Hope is gone and you are alone
Follow your own path and you’ll survive
With this choice you loose your peace
Don’t tread behind or loose your grip
Or you’re lost forever in crimson waters

War Cry
duck down low to avoid the blast
defend against the mistakes of the past
down at your feet is nothing but shell
you in the middle of a manmade hell

sent on a mission with no reason
to do what's best would be treason
from the front line behind a lie
drying the tears of the war cry

sight is gone with a cloud of smoke
so much death like a horrible joke
before your eyes hope's door is closed
with an explosion your life erodes

sent on a mission with no reason
to do what's best would be treason
from the front line behind a lie
drying the tears of the war cry

one after another children fall
those who survives no longer stand tall
one thinks this would end after all the losses
we all forget the thousands of white crosses

These crumbling walls
hold the pictures of time's past
many we embrace
some we rather forget
the faces remain
though the memory is stained
telling the story with a forced smile
the cover the reality of the moment

an archive of altered history
cast over painted halls
a passage through time
this has become
everything as perfect as it can be
or at least in a way they see

just a way to hold onto time
so you can take a piece
with you every where you go
a photograph
to keep us together
when we are apart

Caught In A Remix
My heart, is a bundle of wire
Shocking my body to life
Now in my cold steel soul
I, am losing control
I’ve traded my life of perfection
For a life of complication
This newfound free will
Slowing me to a stop

I am caught in a remix
I can’t get up 
‘Cause I 
Don’t know Which way’s down
If this
is what like to be alive
Then shut me down.

I am, almost human
Been programmed to care
I could kill my own kind
While destroying my home
I can now fall in love
Feeling the pain which follows
I beg, to feel nothing
To free me, from this,
Digital Purgatory
Lightning storm shocks me back to motion
Release me into digital purgatory
I am reborn a new machine
Programmed into digital purgatory
welcome to the next like
where nothing's better, nothing's real
dishonor from past lives
no one's here and no one will ever be
modern purification
cast on the venial
electric castigation
cast into the artificial abyss

Hand In Hand
what's the justification of these bloody hands?
with a memory gone they stay dead the same
the stains of live that will never fade away
leads the believers into the darkest days
on frayed wings, the cowards take flight
pointing jagged fingers at those who died in vein
a hero today, your Judas by the dawn
time stops but the signs of life decay
was so much faith in something, just to see it crumble
falling all around you, though it doesn't make a sound
a scream from the heart, never to echo out
the slowing of the circle that we travel on
brings us together just to see, we are alone
the guilt that we breathe, suffocates us all
as the final moon sets course to the stars
we'll all join blood stained handsFlighttake flight on your broken wings
they're the only thing that meant anything to you
you killed yourself living for the right
to be one of the few lucky to fight
then you lost it all, casting your stones
living in a glass life bringing down your house
so pray for another day
forgiveness is granted and it's all just thrown away

take flight to a safer place
to the only place that means anything to you
you killed them all fighting for the right
to live their lives with no end in sight
then you got it all stepping on the dead
a righteous path lined with nothing but red
so beg for another day
your life will be spared, just to be taken away

Until We Fly As Ash
A stream of caution surrounds these doors
a new tale told with each face
mystery shrouds the walls within
a sacrifice for humanity's sins

a chair lays on it's side
tossed aside as he fell away
swaying gently in the moonlight
an empty vessel, free at last

punctuated with tears
an open letter left behind
apology laced, from the heart
his final words

"each day a blur
every moment a whisper
my last good bye
until we fly
as ash-"

a symbol signed. authored by the unknown
alone he watched from a flickering window
for too long bound by captivation of cruelty
no longer to bear the guilt of being human

far beyond the hell he saw
scattered in the sky
etched in stone, in memory
his final words

"each day a blur
every moment a whisper
my last good bye
until we fly
as ash-"

Modern Art Of War
On the Roads the bodies steaming
Children screaming, anger seething
There are no more second chances
To take, all this, back

We’ve lost our lives, every one of us
We’ve lost our lives in the, name of your god
We’re cast into uncertainty
We think we’ve come so far, so, far
We’ve lost it all every one of us
We’ve lost it all, for nothing
In this, blood stained portrait
The modern art, of

All in all the spirit’s broken
Choking on the, words spoken 
Will all be right
When nothing’s left?