Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Motivated by...

There are blood stained daggers lying in the snow
And I'm confused at this murder scene at my hands
This killing of all that is holy lies in my hands
Yet all I can say is this is how it had to happen
What now, where do I go?
God answer me, guide me
My new life as drifter, fugitive lies before me
And my new reputation will be with me no matter how far I run

Do you really see everything?
Do you know the story of this poor life which I took my own two hands?
Do you still forgive the murderous heart?
Yet nothing matters when I feel as far from you as I do now.
Life seems a meaningless struggle as I strive and strive for you
Yet everyday I feel like a failure, that you're not there

Hoping tonight that your forgiveness for this knife I used
Will bring me closer to you, more then ever before
Yet... I'm doubting that my tactics were right
And now I own a killers life... but I'm hoping for a heart of God

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Hold My Hand, Take a Breath

Take a deep breath love and stand on the edge
Of this night long kiss carried on this winters end
A moment of time, not to be replaced
By the wonderful chaos we see everyday
A joining of lips, a tugging of hearts
Backed by the whispers of lovers in arms
To see where we'll go, we have not a clue
But locked hand in hand we jump into the new

The Departed

I wonder what would happen if we were to part?
How long before I no longer miss you?
How long before I could no longer stand a day without your scent, Your touch, you kiss?
Would I miss you lying next to me at night?
Or would my life be full of happiness?
Would the world seem a little bit brighter, more full of promise?
Or would nothing change?
Would my meaningless life continue to go on just as it always has?

Let's not find out.

A Brand New Gospel

Mark my words and take a bow
This final performance, a lasting veil
Your masquerade is over now

The lights go up, the stage now clear
And the audience is already dead.
Their souls, their souls you tried to save
But in the end the devil had his way.
Your followers or so it seemed
Were to consumed in in human beings
A celebrity they put their trust
But you're a fraud like the rest of us.

Drink up, drink up and don't shed a tear
Another town is drawing near
With fresh new faces everywhere
Eagerly awaiting for one true gospel.