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Ashamed

I was drowning in these broken dreams
And lost without my pride
Now I’m running for the mountain
On the path of a simple life

I want more than I am given
And I want what I can’t have
How can a simple feeling
Make everything so bad

Maybe it’s just the thing I need
Maybe it’s all I can perceive
Maybe I’m going out of my mind
Maybe I’m running out of time

No obstacles before me
No stones lay in my path
And yet I still stumble
Every time that I look back

I’m ashamed because I’m unashamed
For the things that I have done
The path before me is plain
Even as it twists up to the sun

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Just Beneath the Skin

You’ve come to be

What’s haunting me

No matter where I look

Your love is all it took

 

I called you friend

But this is the end

Now I walk this land

With my heart in my hand

 

And I’m bleeding still, from the wound you gave

I’ve got nothing left, no one to save

I’m running in panic from all I’ve been

When I’ve known all along that I am

Just beneath the skin

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Battle of Skin

The wrinkle of sheets and covers
Form up this mountain of a mess
That you adorn in curving shades
On top of which you lay pressed

Your hips urging upward
Your back arched low
Your mouth crying faster
Your body crying slow

Your flesh, so far and so near
Has my hungry hands craving,
Roaming, searching, needing
While my resistance is caving

The pushing and the pressing
In this battle of skin
The Need, Need, Needing
A sweaty victory is ours to win

Trust, moan; thrust, moan
The rhythm of the sea
The pounding of the heart
The you, the me

Crashing, pounding
Calamity before peace
Moaning, screaming
A trembling release

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Grey Hands

There was time

When I was blind

To everything, surrounding me

 

I was a pointless point

On an old blank map

I had no reason, to even be

 

And it’s with these grey hands

That I crawled in circles

A ship-less sailor, left ashore

 

I was terrified

Of finding light

So I shut myself, all away

 

I was a hopeless case

A lonely wanderer

Just a mountain, out to sea

 

And it’s with these grey hands

I came to understand

Life is more, then we perceive

 

The light never comes

From without

It only shines, from inside

 

The only things we see

Are just reflections of

How we want, them to be

 

And it’s with these grey hands

That I am letting go

Of everything, that I need

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Fires

We sit in judgement of wounded flowers
Frail and hideous these broken stems
We cut them down in risk of death
Hoping hard that they will bud again

Though we feel we have come so far
And we may never be whole again
But we have nothing to fear
If we just light the fires
Fires

We may find ourselves drinking in an ocean
Will we swallow the fish or let them drown?
But we’ll never consider asking them
We’ll just make up their minds for all time

Should you find yourself asking why
Just turn your face up to the stars
You can find a place for your heart to shine
And you might even find it was all inside

Though we feel we have come so far
And we may never be whole again
But we have nothing to fear
If we just light the fires
Fires

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Body Bag

I want more than a sweet surprise

I need more than your soft goodbyes

I can’t stand what it does to me

Every time that you have to leave

 

I want more than I know I need

I need you down on your knees

Run away, yeah I know I should

I’d just end up in your neighborhood

 

Well maybe this is me calling quits

To all your lies and selfish shit

Oh God how I wish it were true

Truth is I’m never leaving you

 

I can’t help but feel I’m stuck

Tied up in the back of this truck

You’ve got me bound and gagged

I’m only leaving in a body bag

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Debts

These grey skies they speak of days long past

The sweet smell of pine and freshly cut grass

When a humble man could make good all his debts

To the church his soul and the bank his checks

 

It seems so long ago from where we stand

Broke and alone both woman and man

Threw away our souls to hold firm our checks

The bank’s now churches while church is a wreck

 

What hope can be found in these hopeless days

When no lovers or brothers ever seem to stay

Only cowards and thieves seem to rule these lands

And our only response is our head in our hands

 

We’ve no more backbone to hang our souls upon

We gave up our shovels and sold our farms

We praise the dollar above earth and soil

We’ve no more strength left for honest toil

 

Deceivers and schemers and all their wretch

May they burn in hell for the lives they wreck

They take in the fools and lie to the wise

They take all we’ve got as they pass us by

 

Broken and embittered both you and I

We gave them our land and they took our sky

With a smile and a handshake they promised us health

Now we’re sick in this squalor while they count their wealth

 

We’ve made our mistakes and paid in blood

Both our hearts wounded and caked in mud

We struggle to breath under all this weight

We pray for our debt and our own estates