Vinyl

Ringing thoughts climax at the juncture of future hurt
Rhythmic disorder; the playing field for adjacent suicide
Silent stares of disapproval lack the enjoyment of a revolution
Talk is cheap, my thoughts are priceless

Growing pains fill the foreign void
No idols left to worship your fear
Time travels now watch me dance,
I have created you to judge me; and of that I am afraid.
I have created you to worship me and of that I am afraid
Growing pains fill the foreign void

Cosmic wanderlust, I spend awake in my dreams.
Languages yet unborn transcend the desire to love
Birds' eye view, we spoke of the same thing
Saw my vision in her wings; bearing bad apples in memory of the hope we once shed.
An orchestra of a thousand doves swoon her patience
Tears for her birds, as they lay through the bitter nights

Growing pains fill the foreign void
No idols left to worship your fear
Time travels now watch me dance,
I have created you to judge me; and of that I am afraid.
I have created you to worship me and of that I am afraid
Growing pains fill the foreign void

Suffocate my dreams as I lose grip on my sanity
Reliving forbidden tales of their former youth
Blood, sweat and tears of unsung heros wash the sins away
These words, a collection of memories
I hold tighter than a glowstick in a cave
Rebellious to the undeniable truth
Habitual liars mimicking voices of the dead
My tongue has grown numb from all the apologies
Broken promises oozing out my throat
Like barren rivers carrying images of hope through the desert sand

Nothing around you but clear blue skies, cries of the isolated earthlings carried into bruised shores.
Waxing unconscious vibrations, any dream can manifest