To Destroy A Belief, To Show The Truth

Look at everyone hiding from the world. Can you feel the beat? Feel the passion beneath your feet? The starving child and the faith that fell from grace. Rephrase the question and limit the suggestions. Sever the fear from the vain, reinvent the water from the wine. I'll kick and scream but you cannot stop my heart from beating. Beating, Beating back home. Back to the place where I felt so alone. We can run and hide but I'll find my way back, find my way back to the fight. Powerless in struggle, we watch our cities burn. This flame that you call home, grew over the trees and it hides it's face in the shadows. I am lost but I am found. If I have nothing, than I have nothing to lose. Burn this city and create faith. If the dead go on living, then I have lived as if I were dead.

Maps And Clocks

This is the sufferer, the white lady in the darkest hour. You capture this, the moment covering the source. This moment will pass through in time, and glory will lay down the mercy of your peace. Maybe truth will set you free, or maybe you will just trap yourself in a lie. Either way I understand, it took courage to grow a rose, and jealousy to destroy it.

The Eulogy Pt. 2

Made of stone, I move slow.
These wounds cut deep but I bleed what I know onto me.
All those rush their hands over me and I feel their thoughts.
Here's the chance, a chance to change.
What distances these are left to go.
But we will make it home.
On this road made of gold there is a Face for us.
Fear has this heart beating of blood, of one.
I emerge through the cracks, out of my seed.
Paying the toll for each breath that I take, I'm giving into distances.
I can't go home yet. There is still time left to save.

My heart,
Made of flesh, I grow fast.
But I will die a giving man.
I will die a loving man.

The Eulogy Pt. 1

The devil promised me, but he is a liar and a thief.
I put my life on hold, now I'm crawling my way out.
No more redemption for me. Our hope is lost because I had no faith.
This life was a gamble and I went all in.
The devil promised me, but he is a liar and a thief.
I thought that I have won but he took it all from me.
Now I can't talk, I can't even think for myself.
It was free will that bought me happiness and I sold it all for a pot of gold.
Money isn't worth spit, if you have your life on hold.
Caught up in this lifestyle, drinking my thoughts away.
Burning my memories, no escape for the future.
I'm killing what's left of me, the only thing that fears me.
Is the devil knows I'm here. I blacked out God's name.
Now I know how it feels, to be put up on the cross, with no home to go too.
And everyone is spitting at my name.
I was 20, I thought I knew it all. My only idols, were the friends supplying me with demands.
They were demons wearing brands.
Wolves in sheep's clothing.
God wasn't there for me so He did not exist. I only believe what I see.
The devil promised me, but he is a liar and a thief.
I exist to nothing, not even me.
I exist to nothing, not even God.

"If we're not going to be friends in Heaven, than we shouldn't be friends on Earth."
Be saved, or save yourself.

The Complete Everything And Nothingness

I would cut open my own heart and bury it in this ground, if only I knew that some good would come from it.
I am not saying that I am an artist.
Artists are those who have no meaning, no definition.
But reality is simple, we do what we must to survive.
Maybe we abuse happiness, maybe we take too much for granted.
I have fallen from the sky with no memory at all.
To approach a world made of concrete.
Maybe my thoughts are inaccurate, but I wasn't meant to change this world.
Only to learn from it.
Perhaps this is selfish of me to think. But lets just be honest.
You never really mattered at all anyway.
There is no God here, no Angels, no Seraphim's.
I seek a home somewhere else, I seek a home in heaven.
The scriptures are in my soul, my blood is the fuel to the fire.
But for now, I am just buying my time.

Reflecting

Maybe my conscious is clear. But I swear to Christ that I am fading.
But I wont let my guard down. Because if the angels sing and they do sing.
Than I know that this is only the start.
So wake up my hands, wake up feet.
We have been fleeting for too long.
Our oceans run dry and our skies scream blood!
All that grace has sewn, has bought us time.

"Forward pass; Just like the end. I am the Alpha and Omega.
He was built in me, and sturdy is the hand that guides the way.
The Light and The Vein. Maybe my vines do grow slow, but this blood is eternal."

With the right amount of sun, we will live forever.

Road To Salvation

Looking forward like life is trying to pass me by.
What was the pride you held in your hands?
I was suffering like you.
Too young to really feel the blood rushing through my veins.
Has the world finally made sense or did I just turn the other page?
I am not afraid.
A heart without meaning, is like a church without faith.
No matter how strong these winds are. We always walk the waves.
I come to you, defenses down.
I carry you, defenseless now.
The road to salvation will always be hard compared to the road of the wicked. I will keep the pace and follow my faith. Strength will divide my weakness but my heart will always guide the way. I won't be led to damnation, this is the path of my awakening. This cross is heavy, but at least I have something worth fighting for. At least I have something worth dying for.
I come to you, defenses down.
I carry you, defenseless now.