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The Illusion Of Safety (02/05/2002)
02/05/2002
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Can we,
Can we kill each other quickly?
Quick enough so I won't feel it?
A shot of strobe light anesthia
And I'll be fine

As I begin to feel cold
My hands are shaking from fear,
White from clutching my pride,
Red from cutting you,
And blue from telling lies.

'Cause I'm sick of the stabbing,
I'm sick of the breaking,
I'm sick of the bleeding until we fall down,
Sick of this circle of death that we dance through
Again and again, just lay me in the ground.
Let's fall asleep together,
Hold me darling 'cause I'm scared,
And I can't do this alone.

But I need!
Your heartbeat
To own me,
Your cold lips to breathe,
A promise that, tomorrow

. . .



it infiltrates,
insidious,
it feigns at love,
betrays our trust
in what we've known,
since we were born.
the truth we've found in all we see

points to design,
still our chests swell,
we'll never find
true answers from a wishing well.

so feed us all
another lie,
to still our thoughts,
appease our pride,
so we wont have
to chance the way we see, we live, we love, we die,

our lust precedes
our blasphemy,
our logic reads
like notes from tainted autopsy.

our souls they speak of something more,
but we cant look beyond ourselves.
we implore empty skies because
our heats hold room for no one else,

we extend our
claws to grasp at shadows of the
ideals we have,
lost causalities of a subtle dagger,
buried to the

. . .



I hear the waves crash far below,
The rocks are leaping for the sky,
They're starving for the air,
For a bone to break , a dream to smash apart,
But I don't care.

It looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
This cliff has been well worn by ignorance.
It looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
They float face down they all look so content.

I don't know why I'm even here.
Guess I'm afraid to be alone.
And down below I see my crew they look okay
That cant be blood the water here
Is far too blue

And gravity
Seems far away
But I can hear her call my name
Its so comforting to know ill never have to think again

It looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
this cliff has been well worn by ignorance.
It looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
We float face down, and don't we look content?
It looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
This cliff has been well worn by ignorance.
It looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
We float face down, and don't we all look content?
It looks deep enough from here

. . .



Faith,
Is not something that I grasp
Its something that I fake,
As I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks,
Faith
Without actions is a mask,
For making the same mistakes
As I'm slipping as I'm falling through the cracks.

Somehow I find beauty in our failings,
Somehow I find meaning in these lies
Somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture,
Your back is begging sweetly for my knives,

I'm spilling blood,
Glancing down to hide my face,
I walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace,

Somehow I find beauty in our failings,
Somehow I find meaning in these lies
Somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture,
Your back is begging sweetly for my knives!

My faith is a front, I'm spilling blood,
Glancing down to hide my face, I walk with eyes closed
Through monuments of grace, I'm spilling blood
Glancing down to hide my face I walk with eyes closed
Through monuments of grace

Isn't it sweet how,
Trusted with angels,
And how so quickly
I break my promises?

. . .



When deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,
At four in the morning you know where I'll be.
Out running red lights asleep at the wheel.
The sirens feed my nightmares,

I just close my eyes and I'm already there;
Its already too late.
I know its nothing but lies,
But they sound so sincere;
I find them too hard to hate.

And she calls from the doorway "stolen water is so sweet,
So lets drink in the darkness if you know what I mean"
And she calls from the doorway "stolen water is so sweet,
So lets drink in the darkness if you know what I mean"

And I'm almost sure
That I've been here before,
That this is not the first time I've stood in front of this door,
With an overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't go in,
But it seems this is a battle that I never could win.

And you!
My true love!
You call from the hilltop.
You call through the streets,
"Darling don't you know,
The water is poison."
And I say!
"Come on and give me my poison."

What have I done?
Is it too late to save me from this place?
From the depths of the grave?
We all are those ..
Who thought we were brave.

. . .



I want to take the bullet,
The one aimed straight for your heart,
I want to meet the wolves halfway,
And let them tear me apart.
But that's not the way they do it here.

I want to lay on the tracks,
Feel hot steel screaming at me,
Expose the bones on my back,
Let me show you what I mean.
Yeah its a different kind of love,
I want to climb barbed wire fences
And warm our hands in blood.

And this is my gift,
Is asking you to fix
My ruined hands.
And its a gift that keeps on giving,
And its a gift that keeps on giving,
And its a gift that keeps on giving,
And right now its all I have to give.

I want to lay on the tracks,
Feel hot steel screaming at me,
Expose the bones on my back,
Let me show you what I mean
I want to lay on the tracks,
Feel hot steel screaming at me,
Expose the bones on my back,
Let me show you what I mean

I want to write the perfect song,
And play it just for you,
While you are tangled up in sleep.
I need you more than I'll ever know
Until I stop breathing

. . .



Entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me
Weld the bolts and close the iron gate
Drink deeply THE ILLUSION OF YOUR SAFETY,
My how wishful thoughts inebriate,

Masquerade and revel in your opulence.
Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance.
Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy,
A dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe
Remember me?

You look so surprised to see me here,
With hells black wings did i overperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold me out,
And now
You
All

. . .



Love everywhere,
Exploding, maims and blinds,
A living dance upon dead minds,
Love everywhere,
Exploding, maims and blinds,
A living dance upon dead minds

But surely does not forget(perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget(perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,

Why its love;
But at the earliest spear
Of sun
Perfectly should disappear
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
But surely does not forget(perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget(perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
[Bridge into exit for song]
But surely does not forget(perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
But surely does not forget(perish),
Sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);

. . .



Our idols lay in ruins
We'd have saved them if we could
But we still choose to worship
The places where our idols stood.

Still believing
They can save us,
I've lived this way too long to turn back now

Presuppositions set in stone
This coffin sealed by my own pride,
And though it seems the sun will shine,
I'll draw the shades and stay inside.

If we've learned anything at all,
It's that the chests of idols will do just as well
We all see what we want to anyway (screams 'anyway')

Some things
Are better left unsaid.
You know what's at stake
Something's are better left unsaid
As long as we keep it
In textbooks, then well be untouchable, untouchable
We hate to lie to children,
But after all its all

. . .



Mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right
Yeah the margin of error is slight
Mix the chemicals right dear
Mix the chemicals right
Yeah you know that you could
Save my life

There is a risk, there's a risk when your dealing with love
You could snap my neck
Any speed you drive can be dangerous

Mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right
Yeah you know there's a find line between
Mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right
Cause I know what betrayal can mean

When this frame fails me
Will I trust you to carry me through?
I know there's no such thing as safety
But I know what a promise can do.
Will I trust you, will I trust you to carry me through?

. . .



Old friend they told me you were dead
The news broadcast the funeral
500 channels focus in
Your love was
Ravished drawn and quartered,
The soil was swift to drink her blood.
This violence in the name of love!

But I still feel you,
Despite your tombstone,
But I still feel you,
Despite your tombstone,
So friend you must still walk among us,
In places we don't dare to glance
I saw you killing Aristotle
But I know its all part of the plan.
Old friend they told me you were dead
The news broadcast the funeral
500 channels focus in
Your love was
Ravished drawn and quartered,
The soil was swift to drink her blood.
This violence in the name of love!
Old friend they told me you were dead
The news broadcast the funeral
500 channels focus in
Your love was
Ravished drawn and quartered,
The soil was swift to drink her blood.
This violence, this violence, this violence in the name of love!

TO..AWAKE..AND, .. AVENGE THE DEAD!

. . .



So Strange I Remember You in protest of a prayer,
And falling back from seas we fear to sail
I swear I saw the shooter, gold deep and double dare,
Postmortem warnings seem inclined to fail,

Feigning an apology.
Those words they never left your lips,
Those 5 years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships,
So Strange that I Remember You,
Kneeling deep in Nietzsche's lies
My throat was an open grave I drank your stained glass eyes

And they taste like dead cathedrals
That are crumbling beneath a weight ten thousand jaded tourists
Who've traded in their hearts and hands for
Disposable cameras, set to document to decay
Set to capture just enough of life to catalogue the things we throw away

(Whispered)
(Breathing the fumes of our machines)
We've lost our way-Dustin sings
( Breathing through television dreams)-whispered

If we could only see us now
If we could only see us now

The words of the dead ring in our ears
But its only a lie
The voice in your head brings you to tears
But you don't know why
The words of the dead ring in our ears
But its only a lie
The voice in your head brings you to tears
But its only a lie,
Yes its only a lie,

. . .



True friends stab you in the front
Keep you from getting what you want
When one more fix could kill you
They help you realize that

You're more and less than you first had believed
You've so much to give and there's so much you need
Shortcuts through graveyards and a brand new way to breathe
Three thousand miles just to learn,
All that's gold does not all shine...
And helping words aren't always kind,
When one more kiss could kill you,
They help you realize that

You're more and less than you first had believed
You've so much to give and there's so much you need
Shortcuts through graveyards and a brand new way to breathe
Three thousand miles just to learn.

How to let my guard down
Accept the fire that has spread among us.
And if you're feeling all right,
You've got to play it again,

. . .


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