Instrument

3743BMTS
People > Bodies, Heads
Balance

440490NM

non-stop action and reaction
interaction in faction
a gathering of sorts
ideas brought to the table
of a blue lit room
the blue is what we strive for
the main goal is to stir emotions
of any minds willing to listen
a feeling like no other
caught in a groove
locked in
there is no pulling out
as long as this ride is running
you are being pulled along with it
minds in harmony with each other
as they share a similar experience
what will come next?
no one is really sure of this
even those who decide don't know
a collective of sorts
fills a room and waits patiently
to have some sort of interaction
with other mids
all is dark as an explosion occurs
souls are fusing together
minds are bonding all as one
expression
feeling
style
benevolence
interacting and reacting with each other
cues are taken
yet no words are spoken
all are one at this point
as the tension is built
and released like clockwork
timing is on
and there is no stopping this collective
...
machine if you will
until the sun comes up
when we prepare ourselves
for what's ahead

Beauty In Silence

silence fills the air
no words are spoken
nothing is questioned
everything is answered

beauty in silence
beauty in love
mentally - spiritually
forever changed

we are as one
on the same page
physically - emotionally
silence fills the air

Senses

power in numbers
ever changing the thoughts of idle minds
promiscuous tides flowing freely
it is what we see as well as what we cant
four times through, pain in each
sense is lost,
numb, nowhere to go
pillaging for those who cant
back of the line, same as the front
sense is lost
a cannon shot in to the dark night
sense is lost
bombs dropped over helpless lives
sense is lost
held hostage to beliefs in fear
sense is lost
where does hope come from
situations like these
find
seek
hide
hope
wait
listen
heat and jaw in hand
not what we expected
a twist
a turn
a light
a sense
what was lost now has a possibility of being found
in a darkened room where you least expect
head rushes with confusion
as we try to solve unresolved problems
have we found it?
will we ever find the solutions to these problems
which we have struggled with for so long.
possibly, yes
quite possibly
sense will be lost
sense is lost
sense was lost
sense will be found
sense is found
sense was found
resolution was key
resolution is key
resolution will be key
resolution is key

Collective Conscience

collective conscience
all in the same boat
i'm nauseous
feelings of remorse
and i'm on the wrong course
following the roots
yet another pair of black boots
moving backwards
going faster
dealing out of the wrong cards
going nowhere
moving backwards
moving forwards
i'm just listening to my teachers
and now i'm listening
he had my ladder
my teachers lead me
nowhere

Less Talk More Rock

I don't care what you like and i don't care what you hate
I just thought i'd see some music for the going rate
if its not what your buying then it's what you're selling
I don't care if you are singing, screaming or just yelling

no one cares about what you know
they all paid money to see a show
don't you think you should impress some girls your age
but you wont do that with your banter onstage

if you've had enough
of those who think they're tough
i really want to hear you say
LESS TALK MORE ROCK

talk is cheap
but the tickets not
those who paid to get in say
LESS TALK MORE ROCK

yeah sure you can talk watch for how long
cause i've seen bands talk more than play songs
and i know why you think you're so funny
cause you're doing nothing and taking peoples money

I don't care what you like and i don't care what you hate
I just thought i'd see some music for the going rate
if its not what your buying then it's what you're selling
I just want to hear you play for the cash that i'm shelling

if you've had enough
of those who think they're tough
i really want to hear you say
LESS TALK MORE ROCK

talk is cheap
but the tickets not
those who paid to get in say
LESS TALK MORE ROCK

IF ITS TOO LOUD
THEN YOU'RE TOO OLD

Rats

it's gnawing at your feet
make mistakes and just repeat
every line i should have seen
can't wash my hands and make them clean

i know the type who play the act
young and fragile avoid the fact
that somethings wrong and can not see
what is true and right in me

by the look in your eyes you're not like them
you look at me, as should a friend
i hope that you didn't sign the pact
and fall by the ways of the rat

i remember the days when words meant something
and when truth would come with the words that we bring
times have changed and its hard for me
to keep up and understand how you see

if only you knew what to me you mean
and before this time that you had seen
that i know that you are not like this
let truth be seen and haters hiss

by the look in your eyes you're not like them
you look at me, as should a friend
i hope that you didn't sign the pact
and fall by the ways of the rat