Passed buck to a dollars center Aimed forth causing reaction One can't cut through hallways of mirrors Or lay torch to something as massive

I was prepared to endure whatever she had to offer, my persistance instilled only wisdom after the alter... until i had to inevitably kill whatever had faltered, a silent rendition of pressure that bothered.

Yesterday somebody asked me the question... "what's bothering you right now?"... What bothers me is poverty, too much focus on awful things which makes us lose hope for how they ought to be,

take nothing personal that they do whatever it was it's not because of you most of what they taught us is false meant to keep us from being what we are now we're trying to wake from the fog and find our

It's important for us to live our own truth, to do the things we want to do in our hearts. Allowing somebody else to dictate our every little move is destructive to our mind, body, and soul. So be you.

Accept it all as who you are Because it is, but it isn't Something of a shooting star Made up of all that's in it Seemlessly bizarre Decay, resolve, infinite...

Everybody feels relief from the sun... until it doesn't rise I cant believe what we’ve done... everybody clutching all these things that become... eventually dust that we can't bring when we've gone, everybody

Kick open the door of your cage To free the dragon Immune to the poison of snakes And sees through madness Breathe deep to achieve the flames Breathe out to release the same We only don’t believe in our

Now is all there is Forget what they said Go after it with the gifts that you have Forgive and forget Live and let live Witness a breath One foot in front of the other Finish the step Get out of prison

They took away my phonebooths, how can i put on my cape? Im not from this dimension, im from the eighth... when they ask about forgivess, tell em i did it great, they said make up your mind next minute

So if we take our scalp, and peel it back.. to reveal how we really feel and deal with that... pitchfork on a whim, held like a bat... definition of hell is life through the eyes of that

I can't really taste my Chineeese foood, but i looove it ..

Add me to your sketch book, pressed against what slowly makes me invisible... lessen our separation by noticing bridges meant to be burned... every lesson is a sentence and every blessing a curse

A blackened waterfall at a distance, slowly revealing itself as zombies falling from the edge of a cliff...