Plague
Satan sleeps inside my brain and when he wakes he takes me far away. He takes me to this place, that I completely hate, where I'm a prisoner in my own body. I cannot escape, I'm just a rat in a maze, and he sleeps less and less with the the days coming. So I beg and beg, crawling on my knees, "depart from me." But He won't.

The ocean isn't any louder while the city sleeps.
We just aren't there to wash it out when were occupied with dreams.
A good friend once told me that "darkness only confirms what we cannot see."
Well I sunk underground and I'm laughing now because I finally understand what it means.

This is me, this is my disease.
So take your mud and water and please let me see.
I do not know what I believe.
But if you really Loved me, you'd set me free.

I need to know I can but when I let my head fall, I see I'm walking on nothing but clay.
I need to leave you behind, conduct a cut and run, just like my father before me.
You little serpent, little cancer, little poison, little death. You are my worst at its best.
You are a dirty dog in this field of flowers. What is a thief to do with nothing left to steal?

There's a war inside my head, a brilliant display of death.
Even with the chemicals gone, there's still blood everywhere.
A friend says "send yourself back home, and heal your deepest wounds.
And if the scars they leave can't be ignored, remember none of this is real."
What a simple solution to prescribe when you aren't haunted like house.
You could perch the universe atop my shoulders, it wouldn't even cast a shadow now.
I've got a mountain to move.

Birds
You'll be the smoke in my mouth, I'll suck you in, I'll push you out, and then you'll disappear and turn into something else.
You're just a little moth drawn to my organ burning hot, get too close, your little body is going to multiply.

You were the flood that hit this city, and you carried me away.
You gave me a constant within your flow before you dried up and left me empty.
You are camouflage, but you can't hide much.
Is this a wolf or is this my fingernails changing shape?

They're here then gone like birds while I'm stuck on the ground. I'm sitting lonesome on a beach watching love fly south.
It's a book that I've read over and over again, temperature drop in the back builds the bitter end.

We fell from the sky, we came through the clouds. We hit the the ground.
This is the product of the cycles that compose my life.

Bottled
A phone call to turn you into a machine.
You've got less than ten minutes to save the one from which you were made.
And even promising words are not enough promise for you.
You need to feel the beat of life within her chest, so you can feel it again too.

These vices double as a reason for the way we feel the way we do.
Solitude in a family filled living room.
And I wish that they could see, the impact made on the children they taught so perfectly how not to be.
(We share something I wish we didn't, we share something I wish that I could put to an end. This life of addiction led, the common thread.)

Empty is the house, the home that you hate.
Miles and miles away from the one from which you were made.
And even promising words are not enough promise for you.
You need to feel the beat of Love within her chest, so you can feel it again too.

You are a butterfly, so beautifully designed.
But when you flutter your wings, it destoys a family.
It destroys this family.

You are the oxygen that I breathe.
Put to use by the lungs you made.
You are the reason my heart beats.
And you are the reason that it breaks.
(Your true colors shine like the trash cans full of glass. There's is no worth in promises broken so many times in the past.)

Cobarde
Am I your anchor while you walk through your day?
Or am I the feather on your shoulder while I'm stuck dragging my feet?
I see you countless times throughout my day.
Each time in a different face but they're always walking away.
How does it feel to abandon your own blood?
What a beautiful picture you paint of Love to teach your son.

Do you remember her face? Or just her body? Is that all you could retain?
Because she's my beautiful mother, she has a heart that breaks, just like me.

Eighteen years as I was placed alongside your demons.
Built of cowardice, too timid to face them.
I'd like to believe that I was your baby in a basket.
But i'll settle with your mistake too heavy to forget.
How does it feel to abandon your own blood?
You're the weight of the world, you're the power of God. I don't need you, I don't need you, I need you now.

But you I have my doubts, how do you stay alive without a heart to beat?
How do you stand up straight without a spine to hold your back in place?
Am I the thorn in your side? Am I your absence of laurels to rest and hide behind?
Because you are only a name. You're just a deadbeat to take up space.
Do you remember her face?

Or just her body? Is that all you could retain?
Because she's my beautiful mother, the one that stayed right her, who Loved and Loves me.

Ghost.

Love
You had the Love of a creator before I was born.
That ultrasound was of a son to be the light of your world.
October came, you were still alone.
My mother just couldn't let go, but you understood.
You even handed her the blanket that you made for me in hope, my little body would be yours to hold.
You know that blanket was the blanket that kept me warm?
l think today it's still the blanket that continues to keep me warm.
Because I get cold when I think of him.

But my mothers heart fell back into the hands of a man, the one who embraced me with Love and no questions asked.
"We're all just children of God." he said.
And I don't carry his blood but I know enough, to know that I don't need science to feel undying love. My whole life and three brothers makes me a son.

As for you ________ this is the bond we share, I remain right here while you're somewhere out there. But you will always be right here.
The irony is in the fact that you and my old man parallel in a theme too hard for me to understand. You both loved me more than my father ever did.

Love puts forth a hand to hold, while blood walks out, runs far too cold to love.

Head in the Sand (Blinding Son)
I guess you bit off a little more than you could chew.
So you choked, sitting still in the waiting room.
It's a shame that the hospital couldn't fix something like that.
A lack of courage, a father gives his son to the past.
I guess you took a little more than your tentacles could hold.
So you sunk, I pinned you down on the ocean floor.
But you escaped, you let the current take you away.
The sand is the past, you took one last look and buried us.

Am I the only one or am I just one of many?
Because I need to know just how far you spread this suffering.
Bury your head just like the child that you are, just like the child that you've always been.
But I'm sure you're swollen chest will find way to boast of all the wrong you've done.

And when you sung to her in Spanish, what were you really saying?
Because I don't think in English it would be as appealing.
Did you tell her of the magic trick you had been practicing?
The one where you disappear, because you disappeared.

You are the devil that hides behind the curtains, pulling all these strings.
You are the maker, I am the puppet. You are the pistol, I am the brain.
I am the captive you torment indirectly. But direction is not the key.
When you're the product of a coward's mistake.

I guess you bit off a little more than you could chew. So you choked.
It's hard to swallow a mistake you can't undo."