Spectator

Cut me in the throat

Let the words spill out

They've got my tongue

You won't hear me shout

Free will is a joke

To be thrown in your face

Choices and options

This illusion's disgrace

Chained and caged

In my own freedom

This appearance of independence

Fools no one

Propagated by the masses

That are ruled by the few

A lie masquerading as the one sole truth

We sit and we watch

We stare and we sigh

And let ourselves be taken in by this lie

But I do not anger

Or quicken to fear

I weep for the world

With one soulful tear

This captive freeman

Will watch the world burn

Watch it break down because no one could learn

That this lie wasn't truth

But fabrication of man

An unstable plague

That ravaged the land

So I shall sit here and wait

In my restraints and my chains

And watch the world

As it struggles and pains

Words He Should Have Said

Hello Miss lovely

Why can't you see me?

How can you

Ignore me so completely?

I'm tapping on your shoulder

I'm calling out your name

But I guess you can't hear me

Do you mean to cause such pain?

How many love songs

Do I have to sing?

To even have a chance

At this angel with one broken wing

For if she wasn't crippled

She would surely fly away

And leave me

With no more opportunities to say...

Paper Wings

Paper wings are Thin & Frail

Paper wings Fall & Fail

Proper wings sail through the sky

Proper wings fly far and high

Paper wings Crash & Burn

No clouds to be touched

No glory to be earned

A fool might build

A pair of paper wings

Be naive enough to believe

Those wings were fit for a king

It would seem quite apparent

That this is not so

But unfortunately

This the fool does not know...

At the peak of a mountain

He reached for the sky

But with wings made of paper

I just want to know why

Would a man such as he

Think he could fly

With false dreams and false hopes

He should just sit back and die

They searched for his body

But it never was found

Not one scrap of paper

Or broken bone on the ground

It can't be

That he flew away

On wings made of paper

There's no possible way

I

The privileged

Should have been the first one

Not this fool unworthy

Son of no one

He should have fell from the sky

A victim of gravity's wrath

Instead he was lifted on high

Sent on the most coveted path

So maybe paper wings aren't as bad as they say

Make your dreams into reality

Is what I learned today

Achieve your flight

Any way that you can

That's what separates a fool from a man

The Listener

He's hungry for info

Thirsty for chatter

Greedy for gossip

And the news always matters

Interested in intel

Focused on the data

Collecting all the memory

Saves some for later

quick and quiet as can be

Picks it up with his ears

And spits it out with his teeth

Beware of The Listener

Cause he's always hanging 'round

Try and keep your secrets

Close to the ground

For if you let them loose

Careless through the air

He will snatch them up

And spread them without care

Sleepwalker

Gliding through the soundless crowds

Passing through like air

Walking through the busy streets never time to spare

Trekking through the countryside

On the barren plains

Blocking out the world behind

Blocking out the pain

Never wondering

Never caring

Never knowing

Never hearing

Never selfish always fair

The sleepwalker, oblivious and unaware

Destitute

Living on the bottom

Creates a broken man's autumn

Flakes of his soul

Fall like leaves on a tree

Predestined to fade away

Winter's inevitability

Looking to the top

With Something in his eyes

A flicker of an emotion

Brewing deep inside

Envy yields to rage

And before he knows it

He's climbing to the top

To remove greatness from its pulpit

Mr. Disconnected

Apathetically pathetic

Describes Mr. Disconnected

His senses aren't refined

And his tastes are eclectic

Unplugged from the world

Relaxing in his bubble

Do not disturb!

Or prepare to be double-

Teamed by an army

Of oblivious destructors

The end game unclear

Of these dismantling instructors

How were we to know

What they were going to do

A chance to save the world

When presented with the truth

One word when heard

Can stop this absurd war

But Mr.Disconnected's not listening anymore

Haunting Past

A monkey wrench

No purpose but to screw me over

What I need is a four leaf clover

Quit your machinations and leave me be

Why must you pursue this desire to ruin me

Does my pain and hurt make you smile?

How about you take a break

And stop the hate for awhile

This is truly unnecessary, can't you see

Sticks & Stones may break my bones

But words can't hurt me

I'm a rock of hard granite

I was built to withstand it

You're a weakling in the wind

Don't mean to be so candid

My foundation is sound

Your walls come crumbling down

Sink into the sea

And as that hate starts to drown

I can give you a hand

And bring you up to my level

We can start from scratch

And leave behind that young rebel

Who at one point was you

But not anymore

No longer a monkey wrench, like you were before

Now you're a man

With true understanding

With Class & Honor

High status and standing

You can be proud

That you rebuilt your walls

Reinforced the material

Foundation and all

All that I ask

Is that you do not forget

You weren't always this strong

You weren't always this quick

At one point or another you were as low as it gets

Subdued in a bath of ignorant bliss

You were blind to the world

And everything in it

So, all that I ask

Is that you do not forget it.