House of BellsSilence It's how we'd normally rouse If we didn't have all these time constraints beating our brows And now It's not in our choices: we lack Alarm clocks dominate and we refuse to fightback Tick tock It's how they grin and they laugh Nervous 'cause of the hope that we have yet to unpackHouse of Bells
Pound down on the drums made for marchin' All I know is that it's sunrise And the house of bells will fall
TrialsThe blinds will role up in the morning The blaze of blinding greys scorch eyes Of the children we do not know what to do with Their lives are at the mercy of their idols Their bodies weep, sore from walking all these miles A blood shot eye sends its cry to its creator It's a small prayer to the above for love and a baby doll The stomaches churn and bodies burn Burnt out and moving toward the motionless Just looking for the right kind of touch Those gentle hugs and not burns from rugs They'll die in silence as they scream before they sleepTrials
More Blankets For New Year'sA cold snap on New Years Snowflakes tremble as they fall from their own personal heaven Dainty and light They flutter down knowing the romance they'll induce Tempt the children to play Wickedly smile as they freeze fingers and hearts into a numbing blue Hearts warm by a fire Cozy and comfortable with their cocoa to warm their bodies Laced with rum to warm the soul The burning practice of warning each other with breath that reeks The tides won't change The moon rises and the waves sweep in to help along those waiting on the coast Biting cold kills us with love The NeMore Blankets For New Year's
Driving on EmptyPast, present, future Make all of your plans as fast as you can Press on with your insistance on nothing Keep on dreaming Flood the malls with your loose change Water leaks and molds the carpet Use the stench to wake up Move forward Demands placed and given up in an instant Wills no longer clash They are just written The agression withheld and expelled only as remarks Just an endless stream of letters Write right or wrong The matter is fruitless Just unthinking and unending as frustrations mount There never was a begining to it Just a slow coDriving on Empty
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We're afraid of who we really are
We're afraid of the things we never really show
I'm Sorry That I Pushed Things So Far
Just smile and nod, and I'll tell you everything will be alright. -Jesse(>.")>
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