It's over now, you can come out. I stare at the void all too often now. But it's all just a figment of my imagination... a figment of myself. It's all been done before if you listen, too much light gets lost in this prism. A mother won't stop feeding her children, even when she learns life's a prison cell. Wait it out. Scream yourself a melody that makes the world calm down. You must calm down now. Calm your ego down.

Feast you eyes, the underbelly of your lost life is dissatisfied by the changing of tides, the progression of seasons has passed you by. Life does not need a reason. Everyone will die sometime. No one makes it out alive. You can be afraid, be very afraid of losing love or things that people say. Or you could be the change, you could be the change you so often pray for, so often pray for. Your bank accounts, your perfect yard, your picket fence and your family dogs don't walk with you into the great beyond. When you're gone you're gone. When they're gone, they're gone. Everyone you love will die in time. No one makes it out alive. Faith always lies. The checking and balancing act of time will set things right. You'll see familiar lights through brand new eyes and everyone you love will die in time. No one makes it out alive.

Little creatures forming little armies on the ground. Little soldiers marching one by one beneath the mushroom clouds thinking "I want out, I want out now." Little generals pin on little medals, oh so proud. As our little victory marches parade onward in our little hometowns. As the internet becomes a lake in which our modern culture slowly drowns, we drag it mile for mile and wind up further lost than when we started out. We're screaming "I want out, I want out now". Republicans measure each others dicks to find out who is more endowed. And the Democrats have no one but themselves to blame for all their problems now. To their gods there screaming "I want out, I want out, I want fucking out!". Our generations boundless apathy spills out like goddamn gladiators blood on the coliseum floor. As we fall to our knees we can't remember what the fuck we're fighting for. As the senators deliberate the issues that they know nothing about, the president is sweating like a vegetable the sun is drying out. Blah, Blah, Blah.

You may come to understand about our time here, about our plans. They were cheap but not obliged and we grew wiser for it but not by design. I have looked through the glass at my future and my ever dimming past. There were cards left un-dealt as we bet blind, not on our hands but how we felt. So sleep, my dying friend, take some comfort in your courage in the end. All the things we asked for in prayer fell on deaf ears because nobody is there. Every night I'm haunted by your ghost. It's better than having to sleep alone. Every night I'm followed by your voice. It's better than the silence of the void.

Don't wake me up, man Don't wake me up, man The ride is almost over The ride is almost over I'll see you when we get there, when we get there, I hope. The choices make you The choices make you I'm tapping into something, tapping into something to channel it & share it. Share it, I hope. And I hope that there is something (out there) but I hope that we never know. Don't wake me up, man Don't wake me up, man The drive is just to deafening The drive is just to deafening I'll see you in the morning when I am mourning all my hopes and my prayers. The choices make you The choices make you I'm tapping into something, tapping into something to channel it & share it, share it I hope. And I hope that there is something (up there) but I hope that we never know. Because there is nothing to say before you go. Don't wake me up man, pull the car over or leave me in the driveway, I'll come in when I'm sober. I won't be out for long. This dream state is right were I belong. And I hope that we are not alone but I hope that we never really know.

There's a case of stairs, it's always been there. You feel like you are climbing for the first time but that's a lie. Trillions of times before this you have lived, loved lost & died. There's a blinding light at the end of time but you don't remember every single sunrise. You're incomplete, you're just like me. Your faith, like your memory, isn't what it used to be. So take a step, there's nothing left to do here but you love yourself and to ascend to a higher place on the staircase, you've been there before but the cycle tends to make one forget. I wanna be self-free, like Jim Carrey, whose words of late are making lots of sense to me. Will isn't free, it's just thirsty. Enlightenment appears to most as crazy... but when you dig deep and you stare at things for long enough they'll show you what it all really means. There is a case of stairs, walk with me there.

An infinite anywhere is prison. Forever is hell, and heaven as well. This ship undocks just to get thrashed by rocks. You be a wreck and I'll be the coastline calling you backwards. Smoking weed at five in the morning, a dreamless sleep is all that I'm wishing for death to bring. My grandmother said she wants to feel love after death, she wants all the answers, to never forget. I said "that's not rest, don't you want some yet? Aren't you tired?" If I had to bet, there's just darkness after death. Unlimited echos become one with time, an appropriate ending, just darkness after life. Don't lament, it's the only brave and the only true kind of rest.

The seashore pounds, we are careless. Who recycles in this city? I watched a cigarette pulled out of a tortoise's nose on my facebook. For every action there is an opposite but equal. I push out my pointer finger into the space that exists beyond me and there is a ripple. I am traveling. I am not where I was. I am in the universe beyond, a place where I do not exist. There I see colors, dreams I never dreamed. I float in this body but it is not mine and it is mine all at once. I can feel the oxygen pressing from the outside into my carbon dioxide cove. Nobody is nothing, a somebody that never went nowhere, a person that doesn't need a god. Here I can see with no eyes. Here I can feel. But where are you? In the sea? In my sea? Inside of my body swimming, you are swimming and I am and we are. At first it wasn't hard being apart but everything changes, you start to become someone you're not. Last night I slept on the couch of an old friend, these Manhattan high rises anxiously looming overhead. I dreamt I was projected up onto a wall in a motion theater where everything featured was something original with an artistic cast, and a genre-less sort of class and an award-less director working for the love of the craft. At least I know how it feels to be brand new. (A person that don't need a god.) At least I know how it feels to be one of you. At least I can speak my mind. If that ever changes you are welcome to carve out my eyes. At that point, we'll already be blind. I miss fresh air, I miss my friends, I wish that I could see them now. I long for summers like the ones before we found the big lie out. I miss my innocence, my faith and fear of hell, when Alkaline trio was touring 'Crimson' and we were still finding ourselves. I miss when the president of these united states was at least a reptile of intelligence that hissed with half a brain. I miss when society cared about reason and not just who to blame, I miss when facts and evidence were valued and truth just held more weight. I miss believing in a future other than death. But of the things that I miss most, the song of all the oceans ghosts crying out wins. We just don't hear them anymore. We learn to tune them out, as we age their voices drown. There's no picking up where we left off before. No starting over, no starting over. When they're gone they're gone, you can listen by the shore. But you're afraid because you don't hear a thing anymore. There is a buoy, an island and a lighthouse. There is a family there who care about the earth. If only we didn't ruin it for them. I spent a lot of years willing myself to grow wings, to transform, to fly.

Weapons strewn across the floor, I don't feel like waking up today and fighting in your war. It's alright to feel alone, it's not a crime for shutting off your phone or unplugging your alarm. When the voices in your head said you should hang up all your guns, you took it terribly wrong. Violence is violence, we don't enjoy the silence. The space between is like a ticking bomb. And we've all wondered what went wrong for far too long. I feel like sinking. Can't help from thinking it's what I need. (No one has your back, no one knows the facts, no one has a plan, the schools under attack.) We're fighting for fighting. We're ever so inviting. They shoot to kill and aim to stay on top. Protecting and serving is getting more absurd with every shot that echos through these halls. Please don't make me leave, the ground disappeared beneath my feet. I feel like sinking. Can't help from thinking it's what I need. Gather my ashes one day, sons, and scatter them out in a place that makes you feel at home and free. Stop waiting for a sign to do what's right, lift your weary eyes and set new sights tonight. I know that you don't want to try but I can tell you time's not on our side. Sleep with the light on, sleep with the light on tonight love, sleep with the light on, I'm coming home now. Sleep with the light on, sleep with the light on tonight. We've been in the dark long enough. When will we say we've had enough? No one has your back, no one knows the facts, no on has a plan, we're all under attack.

Maybe another year will pass and all this goes away. But if not, would you stay? Would you stay until the green falls off the trees and winter covers everything? Eternal winters fall, the sky, it turns to gray and covers everything. For a moment fleetingly, we'll know exactly what this all means. Hold me like you did at seventeen when we were younger and still believed. For a time you were a friend and lover but life took your hand and turned the page in the book of all you're after. Now when you think of me you see a stain. Like wine on a new white t-shirt, every sip we took was in vein. Stuck there in your memory, can't bleach it out or wash this one away. In life you were a friend and lover but you chose to cut and run away. You were right, now you're a mother but I bet you can't recall a goddamn thing. In light of all you're after these years there's still nothing to say. I keep your candle burning because I still remember everything. I still remember everything. Yeah, I remember.

I am not important but that's no reason for me to feel less whole. To you, I am the singer of a song that most people will never know. I am not important but that's no excuse for me to feel less free. If choice is an illusion, the illusion is complete and real to me. Free will is nothing but a parlor trick and I am well deceived. I will always love you but I won't always remember everything. Stay close to me. You are not important but you shouldn't let that make you feel alone. You are the architect of great cities the gods will never know. You are no important but you shouldn't feel as if you have no place to go. I am not important but that doesn't mean that I don't have a soul. We are not important but we shouldn't let that make us feel less whole. You are not important but that doesn't mean you don't have a home. The earth is like the author of a tragedy that's been told and retold. Whose pages contain secret epic stories, daring songs and lonely poems. The Bible is a vessel for an old legend that I cannot dispel. Whose believers are but witnesses to miracles that I have not beheld. They can live in that reality because truth to them is just what they perceive. It's human nature to believe in things. Some nights its best to sleep alone. You suffered a loss but you are not hurt, you are not hurt. You were a loss but I am not hurt, no I am not hurt. We're at a loss, but we are not hurt, no we are not hurt.

Drove through the desert in a car that had no plates. It's destination pointless because all roads end the same. Tell me what you want the most and I'll sell it. Pulled into town behind a club that had no name, a reckoning after miles and miles of drowning interstates. Well, its what I love the most and it's what I want the most and they sell it. Heartache after heartache life unfolds in some strange way. I don't have much money but you can take that to the bank because it's what you want the most and it's what we all need the most and they sell it. Burning like a candle down to the end of your wick, if cancer doesn't kill you then time will make you sicker than what we all want the most. Is it what you want the most? I know its what I need the most and they sell it, oh they sell it. They'll fucking sell it to you. You know you'll buy it, they know you'll buy it, they know you'll eat it from a spoon.