Hey Julie

Sleep well my angel
tucked in the dragon's lair
surrounding you is gold
but only fools care. 

A diamond is forever
nestled in the mind
and garnets make the hair
with emerald sapphires for the eyes. 

On your bed of distant dreams
of many years ago
a precious rock made many
with skin as pure as snow. 

There's treasure and adventure
for everywhere you show
I'd love to join along
but now i've got to go. 

I'll love you in the moonlight
from the mountains farthest you
my treasure of my memory
no other treasures do. 

I've often dated fools
no doubt you've met some tools
there's not nearly enough value today
put on precious jewels.

Something Metal

My fears draw near
endless exhaustion of the dawning of the night
filling my room with darkness

opposite of light
it's like a vortex being sucked into the void
bringing all your mortal souls to flight

Do you feel the draining feeling of the night?
Are you basking in the darkness of the night?
I am here and I will understand

I am every child woman oooor man.
I am absence of color and absence of light
I am in your dreams tonight

lying awake and I'm shifting in space,
working all your feelings and gathering your tears
I am alone and I feel your pains too
I am the darkness you're in my place too
I can't deny that the end of this night
brings me back to darkness and you to your light
I will be burning when you are above
all because I had the audacity to love...

(Instrumental)

IN DISGUISE! IN DISGUISE!
I WILL LAY DOWN MY SWORD AT YOUR SIDE
IN DISGUISE! IN DISGUISE!
I WILL not be awakened tonight...

My mind is closed for all of you
and my empathy wanes and it's through
In my mind I can see you and taste of your mind
sometimes the justice is harder to find

We'll be together when I'm in your head
shino hodo suki desu I might end up dead.
I can't pretend that I would do it for you
but love is like marriage and till death say "I do."

(Bass solo)

(Bass and guitar layering and battling)

(Climax)
(The end) :-)

Rest for the wicked

At last the weary have come to rest
behold all those who I detest.
Your vigor highlights your avarice
so there's work and work to pass your test.

Not that I should beg reward
for gaining you is not a chore
but I for some sort of strange release
am bogged down by goals without peace.

and you who stands upon the clouds
have every right to know me now
but I with stupid sympathies swell
and forget that I already know you well.

The night brings strength I hope I'll use
but the daytime escapades are also important
and without sleep, myself I abuse
and so goes the torment of the fortunate.

So I laugh with cold insanities grip
my wandering mind shows just how much I've flipped.
meditation aside, I love all of you
the lack of strength is my ability to choose.

The angels I shall never see
can walk with silence through my dreams
but when I wake, lying next to me
she, the angel, may never be.

My boldness does not match my feats
I bid you all adieu, I'm going to sleep.
forever till I wake to peace
on an automatonic path shall I sleep.

The Heartless Prompt au revoir

In the rain I watched her go;
My heart protected: cold as snow.

Let's talk of life.

I.

I cannot help,
though my fears draw near,
seeing my duldrum life
at the end of the year.

who conquers empires
with each waning day?
Rebells and succeeds
and in their own way?

I have tried but greatness is small
demanding victory and rebellion
wanting it all
and realizing that my victories with my rebellion
fall.


II.

So what of friends?

do my parents
or my elders
who I know to be successfull
see their friends every day
or think of them this way?

Is there death in adulthood
I fear you, go away.
The only fear of the rebel
is his freedom swayed.

Freedom is to money
as money is required to live free
how can one live happlilly
with money to blind their sight?

I hate these questions that come at night.

III.

So to DEATH.

what a funny word
with silly little vexing thoughts
but really it only signifies and end.

The ultimate end between two friends
is death and death of friendship.
death to idealism
until you are emersed in realism-

seeing truly that ideals are extremes
making life simple so funny little adult-children
can define their world simply and continue
with their pursuit of screwing each other.

what does it mean to grow up then?
Victory? friends?
Death: the great end?

maybe within my proposals I've missed the great oversight
that to all these things one thing lends
the three an equal part in growing up:
The great AND.

Singing the blues

In the beginning
concieved so well
Raised in Heaven
But born in hell.

I chose my paths
but not my mind
now I'll be gone
by supper time.

Got to make that money
to pay my bills
but for peace of mind
I swear I'd kill.

I feel so weighted
but I do fear
that if I had some money
I'd be far from here.

This dead end job
that I chip at all day
I swear to god
"I'll make you pay."

but I've lit the tip
of my last cigarette
He wins again
house took my bet.

The great speach of the lord
"I'll see you soon
you better have payment
for the life you ruin'd.

"I make my peace
when I lose my mind
'cause I'm comin' home
by supper time.

"heroes prevail
I know I too,
will make my mark
by hating you."

What's in my pockets
is not my soul
but I would live
if I had gold.

I need some money
to pay my debts
and I would kill
to rid this pest.

That pest called money
for which I owed
and I did sell
this here soul.

If you talk to me
when I'm gone this far
you best make sure
I don't know where you are.

'cause I will meet you
wherever you go
I am hatred
within your soul.

I am wandering
I'm also death
and all you fear
that's all the rest.

I'm in your veins
when your blood runs cold
I'll be the reaper
if you sold your soul.

You can believe
that life's a bind
but I was scared
when I lost mine.

When I lost mine
I feared my time
when I lost mine
I loved god genuine

when I lost mine
I sang these blues
'cause life is living
the paths you choose.

So bid farewell
to what you know
it's that same hatred
that sent you home.

Come with me
my burdened child
it's just about time
to walk that mile.

and pray to god,
he doesn't kick you out
cause up there's waitin'
a lonely cloud.

a lonely cloud
a lonely cloud
forever cursed
on a lonely cloud.
That's your reward
for saving your soul
but god still owns you
now even I must go
even I must go
I must go
must go
home.

Ghost in a shell

This wasn't my wish,
I never asked for this:
that I could feel your pain.
what would I have to gain?

Humanity with your misery
and misery held to your name.
What do you ask the helpless
when you feel every feeling, the same?

I looked into your eyes and knew
as the tree that bore your knowledge
the awful silence of your misery
and your suffering borne alone.

I ask only that I could take your pain
and that of everyone you ever knew
because where you can hide your misery
within me, it grew and grew.

So I will know your suffering
and you will stand alone
before me, you'll have no secrets when
your eyes, make suffering secrets shown.

Goodnight my tired companion
you will rest tonight
fear not your misery or your pain
for I take on your plight.

As a shepard who tends to the flock of man,
when you think you suffer alone:
When you no longer feel your pain
it means I will lift the burdens, to me, you've shown.

All I ask of you

I ask only for a lover true:
Her dreams laid naked
with the passion of her youth.

I beg the world for a childless mother
or one who knows such unconditional love for another.

The Human Vampyre

In these, the quiet morning hours
everyone's said goodbye
not knowing that the demons lurk
right behind my eye.

Something catastrophic begins
to eat away at my soul
there are things that carry much evil
they are the oldest of the old.

And these demand a sacrifice
if I am to be full again
A sacrifice of purity
true love amongst a friend.

Greedy is my heart because
it needs another to eat
if my kind were carnivores
a gracious heart would be our meat.

And yet I'm never mean to
the apple of my eye
just silently draining her love force
and watching our souls die.

For I am never full, I die-
together in this bed we'll lie.

coming home to you

I.

I searched this town for love.
There was none to be found.
The pursuit was all that kept me here:
making me want to stick around.

Now once again I find myself
lost and so alone
something in my heart and soul
whispers silently: "It's time to go home."

II.

Each day, miles away,
I watch the calender pages fall
and the breathing trees sway-

and month and month
has gone since may,
but soon enough I'll see you

and this upside down world
will, once again, be a.o.k.

III.

So I follow the rivers
the roads and the streams-
across the mason-dixon
carrying new dreams

and all of my hope arrives
when I am finally be back
I'm at your side door
why don't you give it a crack.

A Destructive Pleasure

Some men live for the people around them,
Others strive to attain their goals.
Some lavish in destiny,
yet others just because they've been told.

I am none of these my friend
Like an RPG, I plan my turns
I exist to be the fiery chaos:
I love it when the world burns.

The lonely night song of the werewolf

Tonight the moon is full; I howl.
The grays and azures scowl.
I want to wake to sunshine, yet
I wake to see the owl.

The night is long and I can't sleep
and though there's no one, I still hear feet.
I know the spirit's outside my door-
so I laugh and curse and challenge for more.

The depth of night is in my sight
and yet the moon must shine so bright
so I begin feasting on the devil's moonlight
I've won this battle but I've lost the fight.

I beg tomorrow's sun to come
yet fear reproach from my loved ones
for I won't see tomorrow's light
I'll sleep the day and wake to night.

The tragedy is one and all
won't know I need the hungry side of the silver awl
and so in silence the full moon stings
and I now the wolf, begin to howl and sing.

Old evil one, up so high in the sky
retire soon or someone will surely die
and by my hand, I know it's true
There's a reason we werewolves always cry:
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Deals In Hell By Dylan Paul

Beyond the Wraiths
in the mouth of hell
the dragons look hungry
and there's souls to sell.

They have the gold
and I have the greed
I'd sell them my soul
for a good mug of mead.