Cling to this day- a glorious example Illustrate the fate in the notion of your mind You reap, today, the fruit of his successes But I just can't help that the woods will think more ill. Lovers of ease with the loftiest eloquence, Speak to me in ancient tongue again. Welcome to the art of conflict, To a butterfly convict. Could this be the turning point? I can do this but the urge is just so strong. Rally up the city with these wounds & words Write a revelation with the beat of the people, The pulse of a nation's heart. It shook the ember from a charcoal bite The cracks between its skin & flesh shined light Smoke escaped the lips out loud And rose to circle her head like a halo, A halo of her lust. Cleared the way for the sabotage to begin Brought the leaders to their knees again. Welcome to the art of conflict, To a butterfly convict. Could this be the turning point? I can do this but the urge is just so strong. Rally up the city with these wounds & words. Write a revelation with the beat of the people, The pulse of a nation's heart. Making up for lost time, I don't regret a thing. Just say the word & I'll shed my skin. Off to sleep to dream of nightmares. 

Ample time roused to allow the few to fuddle through the roots. Through your mind, in & out of time, A meteoric ephemeral episode, or so it goes. A couple of minutes knocking on heaven’s door, But it’s sure your fantasies will be fulfilled. Collaborate & captivate the sensual & mesmerizing moment, When the energy is oh so high. Caress, and lest, the best confessed That a spell of entrancing charm had took hold, Yet nobody resists. “You have a way with words,” she said, Ever patiently. “You have a way with words,” she said, “So have your way with me.” The engine roars in disbelief; Satisfaction on the minds Of hearts that yearn for longing. With strong desires all the time, Enamoring indeed, This spark of different colors; A vulpic flare. This love dependency will forever stay. Just try to find your way & learn to heard the urges that you feel. Through sand, through sleet, its obselete; The weather is just as vile as your taste in men. But hun, you are the one in charge. Let the love into your heart. “You have a way with words,” she said, Ever patiently. “You have a way with words,” she said, “So have your way with me.” The engine roars in disbelief; Satisfaction on the minds Of hearts that yearn for longing. With strong desires all the time, Enamoring indeed, This spark of different colors; A vulpic flare. The night brings out the best in you; The night brings out the beast in you. But don’t apologize to me, don’t apologize to me. The night brings out the best in you; The night brings out the beast. Don’t apologize to me, don’t apologize to me yet. “You have a way with words,” she said, Ever patiently. “You have a way with words,” she said, “So have your way with me.” The engine roars in disbelief; Satisfaction on the minds Of hearts that yearn for longing. With strong desires all the time, Enamoring indeed, This spark of different colors; A vulpic flare. 

Hide me now, Fly me away from this place, this place. Try me now, I know that you can't break my faith, my faith. It's the simplicity that's affecting the city That we live in upon this hill. It's much more difficult when your friends are exploring The place you used to live in thrill. Now you must sit & take it & you cannot fake it- Thoughts don't make it better but make it ill. Soon you lie when you try to defy what's inside… I need somebody to calm me down. You break my faith, then comfort me. Two days away til this can be Our rendezvous of circumstance. Come be entranced in the final dance. Raindrops falling between each word, The memories become absurd. The trees release a lifelike aura While the rich stay rich & the poor get poorer. Light peeks through the twigs & leaves, Caught in shadow, forced to cease. The ashes tell a story of a kingdom short on glory. Hide me now, Fly me away from this place, this place. Try me now, I know that you can't break my faith, my faith. You break my faith, then comfort me. Two days away til this can be Our rendezvous of circumstance. Come be entranced in the final dance. What if I am? What if I'm not? What if I'm all the things that people have forgot? What if they know? What if they see? What if I fail to realize this is me? What if I loved? What if that thought Grew to enough to crush the calling to be tough? What if I lied? What if I died? What if I tried to live without you in my life? (King Lear Act III Scene II Monologue) Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Had too much respect for you, I’d neglect the truth. Coming back to you wasn’t what I’d hoped when I said Never give in to you and neglect the truth. Coming back to you wasn’t what I’d hoped when I said never give in. Hide me now, Fly me away from this place, this place. Try me now, I know that you can't break my faith, my faith. You break my faith, then comfort me (my faith) Two days away til this can be (my faith) Our rendezvous of circumstance (my faith) Come be entranced in the final dance (my faith) The final dance, (my faith) The final dance, (my faith) The final dance (my faith). 

Such an arduous task for an onerous duty, But its such a cathartic release. The screams for her past are utterly soothing. This old pink rose distracts me from a blue frozen memory, hidden in a shell When he admit to his demons and sent ‘em back to hell. An army of true sequined justice prevails. How they held back the enemy is the only thing to which I relate. From a red-dirt farm to a golden ribbon I envy the iron-clad days of your father. It rang loud in my heart, The night stands still caught in a power struggle. Dignity’s folding to a siren’s will. Dry your eyes, horizon. A vicious snow engulfs the morning, A submission for the world’s new void. The malignancy of their fate might distemper ours. I’m the eagle watching this cold winter’s bite: your tired pain is mine. One hell of a fight, just a matter of time. Yet no time grows longer with a haze from above. Appraisal for the curse is the only thing to which I debate. From a red-dirt farm to a golden ribbon I envy the iron-clad days of your father. It rang loud in my heart, The night stands still caught in a power struggle. Dignity’s folding to a siren’s will. Dry your eyes, horizon. Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. If you’d only met me half way… I hoped against hope that you’d call for me. Never have I known you to own a handkerchief. You love me now? Well that’s your misfortune. Rang loud in my heart, Night stands still caught in a power struggle. Dignity’s folding to a siren’s will. Dry your eyes, horizon. 

The Angel: So its said and so it shall be. When the heaven wages all out war. Word from Mars- a satellite plea. It's a rabbit trail from which you won't return. My breath became fog. Two way rain exhausts. You forgot to pray for me The cost of neglect brings you further down ...and the blessing grew foul. The Bastard: Its time to tame the tension grid, The strain that bade the genocide, A slaughterhouse of emotion- Don't ever throw your life away. Your young intentions may seem good, Lest will they pull your life down under. Lets let the fate go it's own way Cause interfering may be deadly on this day. The Dreamer: And I'll never forget- amaze me. And I'll never remember What will keep me, keep me, keep me Keep me from forgetting you. - Stay tense, wronged martyr. We'll find the strength to leave this forbidden grove. You'll find a home (It’s time to tame the tension grid.) The Martyr: Patience, young dreamer. Write us out of this fairytale come true. I am the joke (It’s time to tame the tension grid.) The Dreamer: Lost in the thoughts of everyday Retaliation seems un-thunderous. Black spills of rain reach out to me. The definition of a foreign spell. The Martyr: March through the valleys in the way, The information’s misinforming. Forget the ways you’ve come to know, This world is changing every minute toward our growth. The Dreamer: And I'll never forget- amaze me. And I'll never remember What will keep me, keep me, keep me Keep me from forgetting you. - Stay tense, wronged martyr.We'll find the strength to leave this forbidden grove. You'll find a home (It's time to tame the tension grid.) The Martyr: Patience, young dreamer. Write us out of this fairytale come true. I am the joke (It's time to tame the tension grid.) Sleep, baby, sleep. Til the demons have gone away. They prowl the night in search of loving homes. Cry, baby, cry. Til the tears stop to flow. We're on an uncharted island and have no place left to go. Your in for a world of hurt. We all know what you've done. Hold on, there’s holes in your story But its nothing that you couldn't fix. The Bastard: The Ides of June have record of fatal wounds. But it always has been and will always be too late. A tongue shriller than all the music calls- Find him & close shut the jaws of oblivion. The Martyr: Preserve me, the way I was- the climax of my life. I've become a stranger to my voice yet x-marks my heart today. Blame falls on the bastard who thinks he can get away with Deceiving an entire family- the one that used to shelter him. The Dreamer: Gloried angel, its nothing personal but this story's grown old. Write the crowd a new one. Gloried angel, ignite your body with flames of dead love. May your dreams be as sweet as your kiss. Oh, you lied to find a better way…speak to me. Oh, you lied to find a better way…speak to me. (“so its said and so it shall be”) Oh, you lied to find a better way…speak to me. (“when the heaven wages all out war”) Oh, you lied to find a better way…speak to me. (“Word from Mars- a satellite plea”) Oh, you lied to find a better way…speak to me. The Bastard: Sleep, baby, sleep, So the demons can dig your grave. They prowl the night in search of living souls. (It’s time to tame the tension grid.) Die, baby, die, So the world will start to grow Toward the port they know it should be. (It’s time to tame the tension grid.) Sleep, baby, sleep, Cause the demons have dug your grave. They prowled the night in search of living souls. (It’s time to tame the tension grid.) I lied, baby, lied When I said I’d protect you all But now you’re gone and I’ll live forever more. (It’s time to tame the tension grid.) ... It's time we survivors live on our own In a world beset by the monstrous unknown. The bastard has won at the cost of his life ,He left us with demons who still rule the night. It's time we survivors live on our own (Well it's over, well its over, well it's over now.) In a world beset by the monstrous unknown. (Well it's over, well its over, well it's over now.) The bastard has won at the cost of his life, (Well it's over, well its over, well it's over now.) He left us with demons who still rule the night. (Well it's over, well its over, well it's over.) So you see...