(0402) echoes in metered time

break a piece of my skin, and hold it under your tongue.
let it dissolve slowly. you will never owe me.
i swear to god to all my friends.
i'm alive and moving. i'm never assuming what i have never known.
it's my only offer.
there is nothing softer than a soothing melody in your head.
i'm amazed at what you still haven't said
and at all the people who think i feel dead.
there's a flow to everything.
all some people see are the ways in which we never tried.
the illusion is all in your eyes.
it's the difference in darkness and light.

take a pill to ease the pain. just as well a bullet to the brain.
what's the point of dying?
there's no use in trying to hurry this thing along.
it's just all one little dream.
so paint the colors boldly and assume you know me.
we're in a constant state of change.
it's what you call motion. sort of like the ocean..
there is no way to really slow things down.
ride the wave of the future
only if you're ready to confront the great unknowns.
the illusion is feeling alone.
it's the difference in warm and cold.

(0401) smoke and mirrors

so much for drowning out that noise.. tomorrow's already a wasteland..
been up and down this ride before.. but still holding out for more..
we couldn't stand beneath the weight.. we never knew just why it started..
now, things just aren't quite like before.. no need to hold out for more..
this apple tastes just like an orange..
and this orange reminds him of an apple..
but all these pursuits of human nature will only rot our teeth..

so this love is never in decline.. it doesn't waiver in the high winds..
the last remains of deconstruction will always be there through time..
so long to thinking what i thought.. so long to faithless assumptions..
too many paradigms to shift.. too many roads to travel..
somehow, i've cracked the secret code.. but just to realize there's nothing..
nothing but circumstance and style.. nothing but smoke and mirrors..

nothing but imagination..

but imagination enhances the blurring and distorts your fields of view..
this is why i've learned to feel warm on the coldest of cold afternoons..

(0400) naked

in a daydream for the rest of your life, but we're all naked on the inside.
chained yourself to your own gravestone while the night cries for the sunlight.
and while the phone rings, i'll be in the dark..
holding onto something comfortable..

making green tea instead of lemonade even if the water is still stagnant.
going outside with no change in state of mind. going outside where the air is nice.
need to migrate now to a different place..
jump the time warp.. smoke a cigarette..

is it only by chance if you're the only one who stumbles?
is it only a dream if you're the only one awake?

when the bill comes in the mail, it will be paid in full..
or your money back..
when the check comes in, it will either be cashed..
or i'll send it back..

cost is equal to the energy lost. cost is equal to denial.