To the dark side of the moon
and the things hidden
behind the glam and glitz
or our proper art eye’s
its paparazzi
putting images
flashes
lacking brilliance
the bohemian era is dead
the punks died
of heroin overdoses
all the anarchist
are teachers
being payed by taxes
walking small
in the land of
hypocrisy
its all lost in a word
and a world
so lost and alone
we make hearth and home
making landmarks
of nothingness
hope [...]

An electric sun meets the horizon
on a cold southern day
its December now
there is no powder snow
or day glow dying leaves
this town is a ghost
to its wishes
the watchmen
wade the hoards
and observe sociology
while the animals
hide from predators
the sun soon hides
from night
everything is escaping something
only to find themselves
back in it
the next mourning
america has become
a desert for dreamers
disappear disciples
take [...]

enough with the rain
the dark days
when henchmen
only saw red
threw the filter of pain
and in those eyes
behind the disguise
is fear
the lies are prevalent
honesty wears sheep clothing
let the truth be told
whatever it is
it seems like its the stuff
thats easier to take down
than the digressive bullshit
are you a surgeon
do you open people up
I am the lock picker
anther door [...]