MOTHS

The forest dark and deep As you fall asleep Neither west or east Wizards of dust take flight Scaled wings fly towards light Chasing the false moon Textures predict disaster Colors relay beauty Eyes of no living being Looking deep in the soul I'll be what you want me to be Just as long as that isn't me Exclave to the enclave Is what I am to be I lost myself in seas of lust And rage, and fire, and ice Thoughts of becoming cold Wishing that we'd never grow old I know I had been here before The forest of tranquility Thoughts that vanished from my mind Never felt so real Watching suns explode in the sky Heavy tears land on fire dry Red eyed goddess of my cries Prisoner of eternal life Textures predict disaster Colors relay beauty Eyes of no living being Looking deep in the soul I'll be what you want me to be Just as long as that isn't me Exclave to the enclave Is what I am to be

Grasping tight upon Nothing but his sorrow and emptiness Beholding a way out Seems there's no escaping chance in there The mirror reflects his face With desperation, bust, and fear Life has no sense to him Can someone rescue him out of there? This Is The Story of uncertainty Adhara and Ray are searching for their way out Unaware of each other's existance Now destiny has chosen to cross their paths But were they able to make it? Will they survive this pity less and cruel world? No way out!

Hate Feeding up my thirst I cannot control this I have to break away Hey! What's your plan today? How can I confront this dying trace you left? Lying? Crying Dying? Are we To keep Our Desires? No! I won't! Wasted my precious time, I won't take it anymore! No! No more! Were you expecting me to wait for you all along? The cosmos aligned to put us through But you were not there You weren't there!

Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty first century schizoid man Blood rack barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man