Time To Turn The Page

The time is long overdue
You see, they’ll be cashing in tomorrow
And you thought you had it all
And now you’ll be buried with your sorrow

No, you’re never gonna see it coming
No I’ll make sure of that
And you won’t ever feel a thing
Well I’m glad, glad we had this chat

You’ve been lingering at the centrefold
Now it’s time to turn the page

 

The End Of The Run

I would whisper lies and they would come to me
Riddle me this
I would show them truths and they would walk away
Riddle me that

I opened up their eyes but they would turn their heads
and cover their ears
They did not want to wake up to a world they knew did not exist

Soon comes their time to parish
I tried to warn them
Guess I will have to sit and watch the show go down

I would feed their shallow needs for empathy
they would obey
Lead them to the shortest path of wholesomeness
and they walk astray

Strangers sharing filtered lives of emptiness.
You’re not alone!
Scared of what the mirror might reflect to them:
that they’re all alone

Soon comes their time to parish
I tried to save them
Guess I will have to sit and watch the show go down

Said it all
Done it all
Cared for all
Now we’re at the end of their run

I’ll be here
Waiting here
Contemplating here
Right at the end of their run

 

Harbinger Of Sorrow

I’ll endure, you can’t break me
I’ll be true, you will forsake me
I’ll withstand all your taunting
I’ll rebound angerfilled daunting
Frighteningly haunting

I’m reborn, eyes burn brightly
I move in, ever so slightly
Holding on tightly

I will outrun your futile grasps in darkness
You won’t escape, I’m the harbinger of sorrow

I will collect you.
Time can’t keep us separate
I will reach out and you will then accept my offer

I will outrun your futile grasps in darkness
You won’t escape, I’m the harbinger of sorrow

He’s Not Me

A man of many words, talking loud
A man of great disperse, walking proud
Fighting the golden mean, a man-made man
Showing to everyone all that he can and that he’s free
But can’t you see, he’s not me?

A man who gave it all for a greater good
A man who cannot fall for he never stood
Fighting for everything, a moral man
Showing to everyone all that they can and they’ll be free
But can’t you see that he’s not me?

A man that’s feeling small but doesn’t care
A man that’s standing tall but doesn’t dare
He’s never free
And can’t you see that man is me?

That man is me but who are you?
Can you see that man is me?
That man is me!

 

Black & White

We try again - We fail again
Side by side but we don’t stand a chance

We dream away - We fade away
To echoes of their famous glory days

So honour due and due respect
The giants take the human form to amuse the night
They were great in black and white

We want it all - We want to much
But never want to fight and give it in
We pull the ropes - We loose our stand
We chase the light on stage by standing still

So honour due and due respect
The giants take the human form to amuse the night
They were great in black and white

 

Down We Go

I wanna pass the blame to you
I wanna curse your name
I wanna drag you through the mud
But we are both same

And as we’re tumbling down the hill
In every other way
We are lonely and ashamed
With nothing left to say

Down we go
Trying to hold on to something real
Down we Go
Trying to transcend just what we feel
That’s how we know that down we go

And now we’re all to far afield
And now we’ve lost our aim
For now we’ve buried way too much
For we are all the same

And as we’re stripped from all our grace
And we start too look around
Will we ever realise
That we’re forever bound

Down we go
No-one to reach for to make it stop
Down we go
No-one to carry us back on top
That’s how we know that down we go

Down we go
Too little, too late and the world is drowned
Here we go
To little, too late and we hit the ground
The final blow and down we go

 

Turn It All Around

You are so small
Yet you’re the reason for my fall
I’m watching you
And every misstep that you do

You are a fool
Of greed and lewdness and misrule
I pity you
And every false attempt you do

Irreparable
I guess we are inseparable

Turn it all around

You are so small
Yet thanks to you we had it all
I envy you
And every wholesome thing you do

 

Means To An End

The morning when you didn’t wake
You could no longer lie
A smile that you just couldn’t fake
Too old and beat to try

Though you have grown so weary
I feel a grain of hope in you

Lives within a wooden frame
More distant day by day
Second selves who’ve left the game
All seems so far away

Though you have come to loathe it
I feel that there is life in you

You’ll make the run
You will get there
Means to an end
You will be grateful then

You’ll make the run
You will make it
Means to an end
You will be grateful then

 

Beautiful Decay

You look like you rather be somewhere else
Well, I know the feeling
You look like you rather be someone else
Well, everything comes for free
So we just play along

We’ve seen all this town can give
So worn and torn
And we dream the dreams that no one dares to dream
They’re to afraid to fall
But we, we’re at large

Listening to them preaching
Oh just start, just start by giving up

We will, we’ll escape this small town blues
Wait, one day… What a beautiful decay

Now is all we’ve got and I’m full of doubt
And you’re just a waste of space
But hey, blessed make-believe

We will, we’ll escape this small town blues
Wait, one day…
What a beautiful decay

 

The Brittle Man

This brittle man has met the humblified and fretted
Those he implored showed but and inkling
And though the world displays its harshest side
He will not loose his faith today

This brittle man has seen embarrassments of riches
His empty hands, scarred from his passion
And would you know if you saw him today?
And would you care just to bother for his name?

There’s tangible humility
But he is fighting today
While shrivelling away

 

Saturated

Render me conscious I feel so bland
Is everyone filling a void?
The glasses are empty, we echo through
So why does it have to be you?
Daunting the silence, we send on through
Indifferent to what we receive

Always in search for the next new thing
Where everything else can wait
Exchanging our demons as currency
They come at us thousand to one at the time
Daunting the silence they send on through
Indifferent to what we receive

I’m saturated
Excessive and tarnished
You’ve saturated my soul

Daunting the silence they send on through
Indifferent to what we receive

I’m saturated
Excessive and tarnished
You’ve saturated my soul

We’re saturated
Discoloured and famished
We’ve saturated it all

 

Empty

If I took the chance to start anew
Would I still end up back here?
With a lump of clay and a blanker page
And and all familiar fear
That no matter how I try I will always fail
And I am empty

You can save us all
You can do anything
They pray and pray and pray
But looking down at what it all has become
Do we even want to stay?
We have done it all before but we never learn
And I am empty

All the pain and hurt, they added themselves
Oh how quickly they forget
‘Cause all they ever wanted was to hold it in their hands
But their will turned to regret
I can’t watch it anymore I turn their page
‘Cause I am empty