chapter 4 lyrics

suddenly beginning to feel
lives un touched by the shadows around me

like the leaf under the tree
pushed away by the passing days

its becoming a different way to say something important

i want to be remembered as the child that found its way home
through the everseeing trees
the eyes wide open
the eyes looking down
giving advice and opinions through silent looks of masculinity

masculinity
the way i was taught by my mother
to be afraid of the world and the illusion of deception

nothing is worth dying for
or living vicariously
through someone else

to be alone and seek shelter
when someone says how may I help you
or where are you going
to be the goal

the lift in the cab in the interior will be given a long parallel shadow
many feet long and a piece of bewildered consonance will cherry the existent of hope

torn slops of photographs drenched in oil
swimming in layers of synthetic patterns of greatness
the holy greatness

the unforgiving eye seeking elements of a surprise
vanquishing dreams for our own selfish reasons

like the change of a season
from winter to fall and summer to spring
the rumbling lies of native delicacy

the unforgiving eye

my ghostly figurines placed on the shelf of vagueness
each piece a memory or a replica
that time was once all there was
to be resolved
to be possibly forgotten

i just want to be remembered
for the hollow reasons that I wish to complicate have been told to me by someone else

the curtain is blocking the light into the room
and i am slowly turning into a reflection of myself
i’ve seen two sides of the curtain
and i don’t want to be part of either side
I want to be my own dream

my own desires can be deceiving
especially for those people who never seek to find me on the back of the river
where the rocks move slowly

i’m barely moving
i’m barely even breathing
i cant seem to find my own time in the space anymore

I was taken away by someone else
a friend I thought it was
but only a mysterious figure who had seen me in a different view of existence
the bottomless pit of screams and horrors

all because a friend of mine had turned to gold

those treasure troves unwelcome
the forgotten stranger orphaning into my best friend
its something that I had not only dreamed of
but imagined on a different plane of my existence
it was another lost opportunity
and thats my fault
it was my dream
my destiny

to not be remembered
but displaced by another character
or slight chance of dignity

I was taken by someone else in my darkest moment of glory
during the search for my immortality

its being taken away
to be replaced by someone else
someone I’ve never even met before

you must have crossed my fingers before with your eyes
We know each other in a different space after all

im left in a state of unrelenting pain and anger

perhaps we both wronged each other in another life
I wish to never be right again